Gentle child that sees this light, blossoms bright, in darkest night
This tender youth with eyes as soul, in starry night’s inverted bowl
Sees the source and whence it sprung, candle light, from heavens hung
Sense the waves from distant shore, crashing bright with spindrift’s roar
Standing still in surf of life, eddies strong, refuse to fight
Current draws this youth to deep, to dark and fearful place to weep
Yet youth stands firm against this pull, though young in years, her heart is full
Kindness dwells in pumping chest, as well as love in swelling breast
Woe to thee that cross her path, if evil planned, will face her wrath
Love is soft but edge can cleave, this blade she wields, in darkness reave
Tiny knight on battles field, childish heart refuse to yield
What power chose this little girl, to be the voice, this seas bright pearl
Cares she not, who chose this path, though toil be long, she feels no wrath
Friends and kin know not at all, this smiling child that hears the call
Laughter flows, and giggles too, she lives as child, but heart is true
Girded tight with purpose strong, yet plays as child, heart filled with song
Image borrowed from Google images
As always, great. It’s nice to see you posting again. Hope things are going well.
Glad you enjoyed it. My life is wonderful as always, how ’bout you?
Insane. I’m working four jobs now. I need a vacation.
Work? Job? I’ve heard those terms, but I tend to avoid them on general principle.
Haha! In my dreams, I avoid them. In real life, not so much. Plus, didn’t you just get a new job?
Yes I did, and a wonderful job I might add. I don’t need to be sleeping though, for reality to take a leave of absence.
Ah, the beauty of an innocent heart.
This one gave me goosebumps.
With the temperatures you’ve been having, goosebumps are pretty impressive, thanks.
the ending left me with such a startling image – wow
Is it a private image, or can you share?
Such innocent, wonderful words to go with an equally neat picture.
I could swear that child’s eyes are lavender!
That’s just your fondness for lavender speaking, I see them as brilliant blue, like mine.