Friday, October 28, 2005

"A Child"

She sang forth with an elegance unknown to her,
like swimming in a trail of holiness.
How lightly she fled
and oh...
I wish that I could be her.
All my life
a child to my eyes...
never longing to be beautiful... only free.
There are blue spaces
crowds and lines
a thousand places.
The mist that covered her
did not effect her glow.
She knew exactly how to weave
between the frowns.
Might I tap into the wind?
Move to enchantment
noises to scold?

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