Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Waking Child

As you murmur in waking
All you see is not mine to know
Feeling with living hands
for the edge of your world
As you once searched
for the blinding light of birth

With each waking second
your world grows
With every breath
your universe expands

My selfish heart waits
to capture your future
to know your plan
And every sound you make
will be mine to learn
but never understand

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