ADOLESCENCE
Childlike still, we gaze at fleeting fairy thoughts,Childlike still, we cast pale shadows in the air—Civilized imaginations—weakling sparksThat we’ve folded fast in words—and buried there.Look: A school of doves on silver-frosted wingsHold the sunshine for a moment as they fly,Toss a vagrant shaft of sunbeams in the airAs they float across a shining turquoise sky.For a moment there’s the glitter of their wings ...Just a moment ... then the sunbeam melts awayAnd the happy brightness of the turquoise skyHas faded, like their silver wings, to grey.
Childlike still, we gaze at fleeting fairy thoughts,Childlike still, we cast pale shadows in the air—Civilized imaginations—weakling sparksThat we’ve folded fast in words—and buried there.Look: A school of doves on silver-frosted wingsHold the sunshine for a moment as they fly,Toss a vagrant shaft of sunbeams in the airAs they float across a shining turquoise sky.For a moment there’s the glitter of their wings ...Just a moment ... then the sunbeam melts awayAnd the happy brightness of the turquoise skyHas faded, like their silver wings, to grey.
Childlike still, we gaze at fleeting fairy thoughts,Childlike still, we cast pale shadows in the air—Civilized imaginations—weakling sparksThat we’ve folded fast in words—and buried there.
Childlike still, we gaze at fleeting fairy thoughts,
Childlike still, we cast pale shadows in the air—
Civilized imaginations—weakling sparks
That we’ve folded fast in words—and buried there.
Look: A school of doves on silver-frosted wingsHold the sunshine for a moment as they fly,Toss a vagrant shaft of sunbeams in the airAs they float across a shining turquoise sky.
Look: A school of doves on silver-frosted wings
Hold the sunshine for a moment as they fly,
Toss a vagrant shaft of sunbeams in the air
As they float across a shining turquoise sky.
For a moment there’s the glitter of their wings ...Just a moment ... then the sunbeam melts awayAnd the happy brightness of the turquoise skyHas faded, like their silver wings, to grey.
For a moment there’s the glitter of their wings ...
Just a moment ... then the sunbeam melts away
And the happy brightness of the turquoise sky
Has faded, like their silver wings, to grey.