i was silly
a bit like a child
hoping for flowers
and a sky with lilac clouds
what a little girl it was
that smiled for days
holding on to all sorts
of wondrous things
she escaped in dreams
like adventurous games
and she skipped about
stars and moon beams
she’ll carry them in her pocket
like shiny rocks only she sees
and every now and then
hold them to see them sparkling
lesnspired
