Tread lightly on the thorns, little one
walk the winding trail
and when your feet are torn and bleeding
remember scent of roses
sweet song of robin
cradled in the soft arms of a summer night
Leap your hurdles, little one
bear the weight of existence on your eyelids
and when you raise your weary gaze
remember old advice:
claim precious dreams
held in topaz-coloured twinkling of gentle stars
Laugh gaily with no mirth, little one
hear without listening
and when you close the gaudy cover
remember unearthing buried fears
when your past reached another's heart
and your future touched another's soul
Board runaway train, little one
earthbound on well-worn tracks
and when you plunge
soar on music
wings of sound in myriad shades
soar on art
the merging of the world within you and the world without
It's strange how you sometimes cannot explain lines that come into your head out of the blue.
Writing them down is like capturing flitting ghosts before they disappear forever.
I won't say much about these except that they were perhaps inspired by
a meaningful friendship - an eye-opener in more ways than one,
from which I learnt a lot, and which I am grateful for.
As for the friend, well, like they always say...
...you know who you are. :)