My, my, Elizabeth... every time I read your poetry you remind me to expect more from you than I admit I do... for someone of your age, at so early a time in your writing life, you've demonstrated an excellent grasp of form and theme, and how to combine them in your poetry... this poem is a masterpiece of meter, rhyme and original theme... not to mention the use of more modern technique, such as font colour... the omission of the 1 at the end is also quite striking, as it suggests that time is a step ahead of us, that our demise will come sooner than we actually suspect.
Someday you'll grow into a fantastic poet, Wind... you're well on the right track, there's no denying it. Once you're putting out books of your poetry don't forget to include some of your earlier work just for the sake of interest... I'm sure your future readers would love to know where you came from. And it's far from something to be ashamed of...
Anyways, long story short, this is an awesome write and a good example of what you'll be someday if you keep growing as you are... I'm going to put it into my private library. Thanks for the taste of something different...
Faith is a fine invention
When gentlemen can see
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency.