This Fair Child

 

 

Borne of the spring and softness of silken beauty
What will become of this fair child
Growing warm as the fresh roots shoot forth each day
Longing after adventure and sharing compassio

Promising a soft hand and maturing allure
Gentle companion till life’s golden years
Youthful shine brings this to mind

Falling of curls unfurled
Endowed innocence and innocent
As autumn leaves begin to fall and usher in
Winters dark snowy white season
Breathlessly chasing a moment of sorrow
Turning away with one stroke of captured laughter

Born unto this day this fair child
Emblazed sweet memory soften the blows
What will become of this fair child
Enlighten my shrewd conscious objection
Her visage to bestow purify memory

What will become of this lovely lady
To bring forth fruit at time of fresh harvest
What will become of this aged woman of years
To bring forth abundance of joy
To turn away tears

Leafless trees seem barren
The cocoon entombs anew

What has become of our ladies last rites
Lay this flesh eternal awakening
Cast off strife and subdue your hasting

What has become of this fair child
What will become of this lovely lady
What will become of this woman of years
What will become of our ladies last rites

Written by Stack Jones
© Copyright 2010

 

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