A cock crows in a field not far away,
As Heidi dreams she’s eating toast and yet
Downstairs the breakfast table is not set;
Dawn light tiptoes into the Brilig day,
As on their little stage unfolds a play
Of well known lines, familiar silhouettes.
Their childish days danced out in pirouettes.
Be here ! Be now ! Let all else be delayed.
These moments in their minds cannot be sealed.
Memory and these innocents will succumb
To entropy ; their laughter is no shield.
But that picture on the wall in years to come
Returns in dreams and through that painted field
In dazzling light together they will run
Saturday, August 2, 2008
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