Sweet child

Hiding in your underground cave

Fantasies spinning dreams of bubbly soda-pop

Forgotten tangled balls of emotions itching at your softness

Your fingertips touching open the soreness

Fears of neediness and questions of existence burden clarity

Remember the fragments rejected

Dig deep into the hardness of the rock

Discover diamonds

Embrace your innocence and brush the confusion from your curly locks

Large hand and small hand entwined

Connected

Walk yourself into the garden to pick raspberries and mint

Receive the sun’s codes.

Grow