Sweet child, within you, sparrows sing blooms

Each day like protocoled steps will lead you 

Down Heaven’s aisle of tapping awe and cool

Lights within commence sweet lense wools could.

 

Bolted days lit in dreams you would 

This life would find you a tool to fool or pull in the pool

Key your starry heart-healthy in clue of every crew

Or bacterias of desire and craving would eat as crew under the blue.

 

When I was you, I never knew I was my only desire.

This was the copy that confronted the home within

I was convinced, all I would be, is out there, though they were

Night after night, I would dream me tiptoeing to call me 

 

Every day I found out the world yearned for other 

within the will of my golden heart and doubtful self 

Within me, a twinkling moon sparkled with sensual steel 

There it was, the same note, “you are all of those”.

 

Sweet child, you will think I knew it the moment I did 

I kept finding me in every moment I had lost me 

It was tiring

Moments of reflection on rewards were promising.

 

Each day I found me was the end of that world

Each blue dairy dreams unveil all that could have and still would 

Each moment got me thinking of the world's tough eyes

The world dreams of me and all I could be if I could see

 

Smiling hearts down growing streets move lanes like a chess

Down anticipating chests some soft was missing hard 

Virtues of simplicity worked their way up ropes of love 

Every prism of prim of height in the proper of purple lows 

 

Life happened and forgot to rhyme and found lengthy shorts 

Sorrys days said did not make a difference 

I could not forget being in Life’s lap for milk and weaning

Doors kept opening with dark corridors and my legs were so little.

 

That child sweet child is still within to happen to those days 

Heirs — finest seconds to the throne of heart 

Closing the distance to fall into my arms with lyres of beauty 

With me be simplistic rocks trusting my thrusting appetites

 

Each case of classic curls strikes the spark within

Raising rays of these drapes are right formula when milk is gone

Be you, sweet child 

Fortunate days of the sun, moon, and stars will be you as you grow