Observer

Issue date: 10/7/08 Section: Life & Leisure

ENVY THE CHILD


I yearn to be inside your mind
Where everything is in shades of pink and violet
Like the swirling skies of a fading evening,
Your endless smiles on your clueless face,
I can't remember what that ignorance feels like,
Please let me in, let me in,
It was softer back then,
To lay back in a pillow of thoughts,
of floating memories
And the richness of life that never knew
What real hurt was.
O little one, the things you will see
And how it may destroy you if
You are not ready,
If I could stop it I would,
But sadly the world doesn't work that way.
But maybe for you there will be time,
Soon you're to speak our language,
For you to be in the midst of our tears and not know
Why we shed them,
Maybe there is some hope for you
after all,
I saw your smile again today,
and I ask of you, please don't ever, ever stop.




A RANT II


She looked at the sun, so bright and burning,
And wondered how anyone
could have hated it.
It helped her forget a troubling face,
Or blocked out the sound of an echoed voice.
Its rim of fire, its burst of gold,
A kind distraction and this thing of beauty,
She stared at it from a flower hill
And plucked a petal,
One by one,
And gazed so long at it until
the last petal dropped
And that her glacier eyes melted
like an ice sculpture.
The sun didn't mind,
Being gazed at this way,
And felt an awful proudness
To help a troubled mind forget,
Or to take away a deafness so horrible
By putting a blindness in its place.

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