usualblacksheep

If one could hold the heart,
So close,
May the fires not burn your gentle fingertips.

Not to say you are inexperienced.
But your fingers hold not scars.
No callouses of age.

I feel as if I betrayed you in some secret way.
Knowing too much,
But not what to say.

I know Fate keeps a good eye on you,
Since you are clever child.
Do not take your luck for granted.

My words do not fall to deaf ears,
This I know.
You are listening,
But in your own quiet way.

I apologize for my intrusion on your daydreams,
I humbly curtsy,
Knowing this is not enough to wash things away.

I worry for you,
Clever thing you are.
But reality is cruel and harsh,
And very mean.

I worry for you.
I love you dearly.
But one has much to learn.
As do I and others around me.

Good-day,
Good-night.
In living,
And In dream.