(For my 5 year old niece Shaniya, who asked me if the sun sleeps on the mountain)
To feel as young,
To feel as young,
As summer in June
And as rested as
The sun that sleeps
On a bed of leaves
Beneath a mountain’s tallest tree
Long lashes, and expressive eyes
hint an age far greater
and thoughts far brighter
than her August candles' glow
even the bottom of the massive ocean
couldn't compare to the depth of the poetry in her soul
hint an age far greater
and thoughts far brighter
than her August candles' glow
even the bottom of the massive ocean
couldn't compare to the depth of the poetry in her soul
Before she had teeth
To peek through her effervescent smile
I could hear the questions
I'd never think to know
I could hear the questions
I'd never think to know
If love had an alias,
it would use her name in moments like these
She rushes for an embrace
And I see joy reveal itself
through her open arms
As she shares her spirit through her laughter
all my despondency in that instant, is removed
and replaced with immortal hope
With each visit
her heart teaches me
the lessons life hides
like eggs in Easter grass
and each day that knows her
is a little more brilliant for it.
As she shares her spirit through her laughter
all my despondency in that instant, is removed
and replaced with immortal hope
With each visit
her heart teaches me
the lessons life hides
like eggs in Easter grass
and each day that knows her
is a little more brilliant for it.
