Listen to the shrill
child within.
we are still
in possession
of
what we were
so
hidden
within
this
child of
light
down there
somewhere
covered up
deep
behind
those
eyes
once
filled
with
beauty.
it was OK to be
you.
but,
when you listened
to the lies the world
told you
it took away
your innocence.
go ahead
eat the fruit
you enjoy
in the
delightful
breeze
which only
blows
your way
and smell
the
scent of
roses
and magnolias
of the past
in the way
you remember
them
when life
was
so much
sweeter.
living
drives you
steadily
insane
unless
you go
to your
old
sanctum
where
as a
child
you
spoke
to
the
angels
alone.
but,
you have
forgotten
they had
promised
you
they’d
return
when
you
pray.
