Dreams of the Little Child

I taste the world with my little eyes

In sweet amazement of things I would soon know

I taste the world with my little tongue

In wild excitement of the flavour’s of life’s river flow

I feel the world with my little hands

And I’m arrested by the fluid energy of her silent history

I witness the world with my little mind

Trying to find myself and the place I was told I have

I’m lost in the twilight of my innocent breath

The colours and thorns of this little wreath

I was born a secret

But soon to be revealed.

How earthly are my feet

How earthy I want them to be

And my brave heart; little zeal

Soon I would learn to walk

So I could walk into places that feel of life

Of sweetness; of pain; of wonder

Soon I shall learn to speak

So I could reveal the simple mysteries of my heart

And tell you all the colours I love to think

Perhaps someday I shall fly

To heights where my kind do not reach

Hear the voices my kind do not hear

See the colours my kind do not see

And feel the world here so beautifully

Perhaps...just perhaps

Like in my dream,

Someday, I would live.

I would live great and free.