A lament to a little man.


Daniel

The hour is late, the night is dark,
All around me the deafening silence can be heard.
But who should sit there silently smiling?
None other than my treasured son -
Daniel

Many times I imagine your footsteps,
Quietly creeping around the world like an explorer.
What new discoveries will you make today?
How will the world appear to you -
Daniel?

As you grow older my innocent one,
The enchantment of today will slowly die.
And you will weep and know why,
For this is the journey we all make -
Daniel.

But do not despair my precious one,
The world for you may bring kindness and love.
All the greatest wealth on earth,
All that people have striven for -
Daniel.

I have said enough for today,
Now you must sleep and patiently wait
The bewitching hour.
You will be taken on a magic ride,
Your dreams will take you to faraway lands,
Worlds of peace where war is banned,
There you will live eternally -
Daniel.





Poetry by Realist
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Written on 2006-06-17 at 09:48

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