Poised on the edge of the bed
she sits in sharp light,
pointed feet barely touching
the dim floor.
Through fear-filled, furrowed brow
she stares at the encroaching shadow.
I want to protect her, reach into the canvas
and take her home,
make her my grand-daughter
hold her safe and warm
make her whole
watch her dance
in the golden morning.
As I despair
another little girl approaches the painting,
and broadly smiles in recognition,
nodding to this new-found playmate.
She knows how morning light
always pushes back
the black night.
Author’s Note: to see the powerful, heartbreaking works of Gottfried Helnwein, visit his website athttp://www.helnwein.com/