Golden Haired Child

Oh golden haired child who ran the field where daisies bloomed beneath the open sky beside the lakes the clouded reflections yield the times of yesterday which did pass us by Somewhere lost to us among the meadows song there our freedom from the cities roam where the lady bugs and dragon flies fly on lost to us this place where the heart is home Seeds of dandelion do ballet upon the breeze where the deer and fawn search a lily meal in that summer that ran into the autumn leaves and to that place would now I gladly steal And lay to memory a time what pleasant spent before a cavern dark crept upon the sun and the rays of light into the darkness went and wandered we to the place undesired come Where with heavy heart walked a road of pitch laid the light to rest within the finer times where happiness was rolled into a muddy ditch a waltz of drudgery enslaved our lives outlines Had never I known joy until your face I saw untouched and untainted no untrust you knew perfect in your innocence not yet having flaw before you would learn the evil that men do But the chains of man are difficult to break since we were children told we had no choice the internal struggles mind and heart we make then remember we its truth we need to voice Through the walls of brick forth its waters burst broke down the dam that mankind has erected quenched the parched land where everywhere is thirst to accept this offer which formerly I rejected Now my heart has settled into this open room like a slow dance where I hold you fast where love comes softly like a bride and groom in inner chamber is sealed the loves that last And cleave it did to soften hardened heart to consider our lives upon the silver strand and its benevolence of instruction did impart a force eternal just like a guiding hand source ..the golden haired child COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC