Sunday, 31 March 2013
Hands held high you fling open scrunched fingers and say staaa,
The sign we have been teaching you for star.
You see them everywhere. Supermarket neon lights and headlamps light your way.
Your stars. They brighten up your everyday.
Catch your eye and pull your gaze. I ask you what you see up there.
And laid in cot you glance past my face - plastered ceiling, whitewashed bare.
And smile and gaze.
And I read once of angels seen by babes,
That they remember still, the place from whence they came.
Then forget, later.
And you learn every day - of what is solid, here to stay,
All that's real and all that's grey.
But I would have your angels stay. Leave not your sight, make not an ordinary day.
For magic lost is hard to recreate.
Should you forget once told there's nothing there?
When you say staaa I'll smile and let them stay... x
Today I'm linking to the wonderful Magic Moments.