Untitled -- 11.9.2009

Wherein lies the follies of children

a light of infinite wisdom

Hoisted amongst the sails of life,

amongst the treacherous seas-

to live among the sacred

And to sleep among the innocent.

To sincerely play upon your heart-

Of past memories.



Was it to pretend? Was it to sing?

Was it the beautiful flowers in which to bring?



Nay, it was only the playful smiles of the young

as they play today.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this one day while I was watching my son play at a playground.

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