state of confusion
Of Children, on Change
clashing, crashing castles.
Purity of youth, a fragile fortress.
Worlds in miniature grapple change,
ties to the known untied, shoes that no longer fit.
Feelings of loss that darken dreams
shall soon surpass, so sleep sweet, my child.
Your blanket of sanctuary, shredded at the seams,
shall be mended by quieten hands.
Unadorned, the blameless sky beckons you to smile,
trees call upon you to skip, hop, and dance.
Imagination, saved up in heavenís coffers,
rains golden, sounds of laughter filling yards,
© 2000 Corinne Bailey