Happy Child

Happy child, in the gold field that is the forest and the sun and the light,
so care free, awwing at the buzzing life and wild creatures, and the day
so filled with joy you can’t know what is yet to come, when it all fades.
Her kiss, sitting in the tall golden grass, you fingers through her silky hair,
the taste of strawberries in her lip gloss, the smell of her warm skin so close.
Hearts beat as one, only once, and it’s sweetness scars in incinderay joyfulness.
And now, alone in this room, with all of it gone and only stardust to remember,
to light the places where The Garden once grew so tall and mighty and perfect,
and you were a happy child, innocent and free, and was not like this.

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