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