Rilke's Book of Hours

Often my feet have lightly tread the way As my inner child skips out to play Many ventures, I have to hurry Ahead is my repository Crystal gates open at my approach My child now has wings and upwards float To a world only I could appreciate Thoughts bring actions to accommodate Urgent to fulfil all desires Soaring onwards, as if on high wires My wish is to be in outer space To be an astronaut in the space race Next, sea diving off Malibu beach No snorkel needed, fish within reach A caribbean island in the sun Sunbathing and sipping coke and rum Gurgling babe is back in my arms Reliving again her unique charms Time beckons the reluctant child home No longer can she flittingly roam Thankfully in daydreams and at night The child in all of us can take flight