twenty years or so its been
since she began to walk
little steps she took in a world
where she was meant to be
she saw her life in rhymes of lore
she spoke the words of stars and moon
danced on seas and streams
she looked for hidden paths in them
rainbows and moonbeams
white flowers and gold
put them in a basket she made of ole
painted the world in blue and green
she shut the door on the world she had seen
twenty years or so its been
they called her out, she wouldn't come
she hid there behind the sun
grey it seemed in other lands
but she ran with joy on hidden paths
dark was the sky on a winters day
when hidden doors fell away
the land fell though and left the sea
she walked away through paths to be
twenty years or so its been
since she saw the world again
she paints it in her blue and green
while hidden doors are locked away
2 comments :
seems like an answer to:
Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play
Post a Comment