let me see
your hands placed carefully
your ears poised readily
your feet stood painlessly
your fingers grasped softly
your hair blown carelessly
your skin held loosely
your clothes draped honestly
your smile worn proudly
let me see
howling at the wind
takes me deeper into their vast caves
where thoughts have little purpose
and ideas are shrunk until non- visible
ears are canon fodder
and ache each new day
i hope to not cause any lasting damage
oh please let them play together
grow wiser and able
to understand what it is to loose sight
and regain it
Jump up high
and see them bounce
to places deemed unreachable
before
let them hold on tight
to their diamonds
cultivate them until
they are ready to take their own leap
off coasts far and high
to ease softly down
onto a quilted pillow
where they can feel their most secure
sit on the floor, don’t stand and rock
we sit and pray to the shining gods that
open your eyes
let’s get the next flight out of here
born from movement
they come in waves
often with a smile
more artificial
than the last
seeking authority
in exchange for the lives
we hope to grow
it’s difficult to cultivate future minds
when your own is transfixed
in a parallel of statistics
release us
appearing on christmas eve