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
Copyright © Theresa Stephens | Year Posted 2014
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