When Opportunity Comes Knockin' at Your Door
She sat outside, staring at the house, waiting for something.
The dry, crisp, leaves danced, and her hair fluttered,
In the breezy autumn night,
Still waiting for that one sign.
Everywhere she turned, there was an unsettling darkness,
Darkness where only the brightest stars can be seen,
And everything else was drowned down by the bright lights,
Of many houses, filled with lowly people who all seemed the same.
She still waited, on top of the grass, for whatever she was expecting,
Lying down on her back, arms neatly tucked under her head,
Thinking about different tales people tell about apparitions,
And how they all seemed to end the same; it disappears without a trace.
Feeling that she was being watched, she knew that the time has come.
She slowly got up, like the beautiful lotus flower, blossoming.
She walked across the street, and stopped at the other side,
Nothing moved, but movement of her locks of gold.
The bystander watched her, as she turned and looked at him.
"Can I help you," the young teen asked, inching towards her.
She shook her head, smiled and replied, "No, I'm here to help you."
The teen moved closer to the road, confused of what she said.
He stopped right before the road, watching her,
Still far apart from each other, like two different lands,
separated by water, obstacles waiting to be fought to get to the other side.
She waved her hand, gesturing to come over to the other side.
He just stood there, waiting for her to come to him.
But at the last moment, when he was about to cross,
A large slow-moving truck past by, between the two.
As it left, the girl was gone, without a trace…