to innocence, lost/ 2011

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

and the wind
whispered:
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
lies

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

sent off
into the sky and
lost, forever
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