LITTLE GIRL

Little girl

Little girl

Where are you going?

To host a feast 

Where the fairies are coming

You are the queen

With your paper crown

The weeds of this garden

Are invisible to thee

You go walking down the beach

Your feet leaves marks on the wet sand

Under the golden sky

It draws a line of knowledge and ignorance

Inside it you dance

The crooked mountains cradle the sun

They are cracks between heaven and earth

She dozes to sleep as the winds sing to her

The song of all the things she did not yet learn

The moonlight turns darker in a forbidden room

Shadows come to life and dance in the gloom

The paper crown falls over her eyes

Yet she sees the shadows materialize

Someone tells her not to cry

She hurries to the nursery

In the large world

She tramples in the crowd

No ones notices

The birds flying at dawn

Behind the waking sky 

Anymore

Little girl

Little girl

You sit on the beach

A thousand sand grains under your feet

The waves wash over you 

Yet they are cold

The winds sing no more

They are songless and hollow.

She cries no longer

She had forgotten to cry years ago

Someone told her not to

The seagulls cry for her

Filling the skies with rain

Vanishing in the sea.

Burn me till I crumble to dust

Then take the ashes of my wisdom 

Away from me.