Walking Toward the Moon

We could navigate firm ground alive

play the fool to see a mind survive.

All children must conform to a rope

length set by elders, might we  hope

~

enough to sweep their hearts in motion.

A traveling caravan of wild emotion

pervades the mind of the little eyes;

shall we imagine society’s ills, lies

~

really be enough, to allow a sweet

cherub blossom, the rite to greet

ugliness around shadowed facade

in an optimistic manner. You decide.

~

When nightfall becomes our only light

Nature’s embrace, innocence we ignite.

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