to innocence, lost/ 2011

and through the fog
i saw you there
and i think you were running
yes, i am sure of it now

and the wind
time was by your side
or at your back
yet uneasy
she is a cruel mistress,
youth a prodigal son.

and you,
my daughter, stand
looking for solace.
oh crystal light!
now caught,
tangled; in the shadows
the winding hands
spinning beauty and

in the purity, the half hopes
all the dreams spun like steel
at the flick of the wrist
the bite of the apple
blown away
like dandelion seeds

sent off
into the sky and
lost, forever