where

where are you little child
so that i might paint spirals on your face
and gems into your hair

where have you flown
you with face pocked like the moon
with summer's friend and winter's heat

you with golden ears, listen
come back so that your face may be known again
hair like starlight
and creature's sigh
o how i long
to talk to you and see your wearied face

where have you flown
with yesterday's tears
and tomorrow's wings

bring for today a star
grown from a rose
so that we might see
and understand

infatuated eyes

twixt house and home
lies depths of sorrow reaching
entwined in snow
and cords of blue and green

the love has grown
to something hunger seeking
and eats away
at anything in between

he guards the shadows
from what no one can tell
and fears them too
yet this he does not speak

and she alone
stands back to him and waits
for him to call
show love to her again

the love has flown
if ever it was there
but these two blooms
know nothing of the kind

they only know
what they themselves presume
to be true love
with childish innocent eyes