Monday, April 13, 2009

A Child Just Knows Stuff

I saw it through the world
in a glass veneer,
it was a message only meant
for me.

The house was still,
the heart was aching
in a desire to 
be open and free.

The message unearthed
was loud and clear,
like a child's playground
on a sunny day.

Bubbles of foam surrounded
my thoughts, as an inkling
of what I'm to know.

Messages came and told
a story, the mind was kept
far away.

The frost lies melting
upon the mourning,
it's time to
warm and grow.

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