Child's Mind
If only I
Could do justice to the mosaic of air and sky
To fly into delicious oblivion
Like the grounded bird I once was
How is it that a child
Can amuse herself so
That every blade of emerald grass
Is a kingdom when freshly mown
Children can superimpose the mind
On their surroundings, with all its crevices
And frolic and prance under a sapphire blanket
With crystals stitched in
To the quilt of their minds
The road ahead blushes with the hope of dawn
As they flare their nostrils happily
At the passing scents of lilac and rose
The night filled with innocent mischief
In their poor, naive age of repose
Frolic, dear ones. Share your dreams.
And hold on to that bright star as it gleams