Monday, October 27, 2014

Child of Time

Child
Of time
Turn
To me;
Fresh faced child,
Return.
Run
With me
Once again.
Apple cheeks grow thin,
Bright eyes dim,
Summer
Fades
Away.
Child of mine,
Harvest
Ends.
Don't run,
Stay.


4 comments:

  1. Love...I feel this one deep in my soul.

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    1. It happens all too quickly, Mike, all too soon.

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  2. Sigh - I feel this way about my own self - that 20 year old inside me that looks in the mirror & runs away...

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  3. The dream of being 18 an knowing what I now know. Would I know more now if given the chance to relive the past 40 years? Would I do anything different as the seasons passed from the then to now? Would the same crossroads appear in their time and would I go forward instead of turning? IN my heart I say, no, I have lived my life and see no need to change my past; yet it is interesting to contemplate what a 60 year old mind would do in an 18 year old body--personally I think the LSD may have had a more profound affect. {;-[)]---

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