Nameless Children

As if I needed you to read them To validate their existence For I dearly hoped that they would become more Trapped in thoughts, my listless dance The Way is often changing I only know through forms on canvas white I often chance with this endless dance Not with tipsy toes, twirling torsoes Not in theaters, with a spotlight, for the world to see But with sterling greet at my heart’s door, Might I be so naïve yet bold to serenade a constant stranger who lives Within solitary rooms Perhaps a swing Or under a tree No spotlight, if you don’t count my mind’s eye The audience, only I, you see Lend me an ear and your heart as well Give my nameless children a chance What they say, what they do It’s not up to me I hope what they say is true I hope they speak to you I hope the seeds they plant Reminding you oft, of time’s endless victims The ones you once knew Up a small knoll Will grow and flourish’ Take them, these fruits, and entertain strangers Those that bother to listen And one day you might come back An old man And take them from that fertile field, Observing and beholding From infant girdle To body’s final hurdle Reap them, your memories You can tell me how you feel Pass them along to me Though I am only a messenger, the ambassador of silence For only then can I hear such soul's decree I cannot take credit you see To set loose these children Yearning to be free