The imagination of a child...

I see her... sitting by the curb playing with her long red curls I try to read her truth between exaggerations are they lies or merely the imagination of a mind of a child wanting to change her position from sage instead of being wild? Flowers entangled in her hair sun shining thru the copper hue giving her an ethereal air that of an angel without a clue. She has visited many places secretly, she whispers, as I look at her angelic face I smile and sofly, I hug her She tells me of a special sea that her only, has discovered with sea horses holding the key to a grandiose cove undisclosed there tiny horses prance and play in the cold bed of that sea where she keeps a treasure chest jewerly from the land of "Quest" she has traveled the constellations not just of our galaxy but has been to Orion and even touched infinity she has swin the river Nile in the barge with Cleopetra she has killed big old crocodile and even drunk five coca cola I smile at her stories and wishes to be just like her she speaks honestly, candidly I then hugged her and whispered: I too, have been to many places yet, not as beautiful as you I too, have touched the face of the king of morning dew I have danced with the lilies played hide and seek with the fairies under the tiny toad stools but ran before they could steal my soul But before I could eleborate she turned her tiny head and said I have to go, there's a pirate I'm his daughter, with him I stay As I watched her skip and jump a smile escaped my lips my throat then formed a lump my life before me, just eclipsed! Written November 14th, 2001 © on Nov 13 2001 11:07 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10