Through the eyes of a child,
The world is bursting with life
And the innocent hopes that
The sun will, for all time, shine
Forever, in perfect harmony,
With the heartbeat of mankind.
Through the eyes of a child,
There is never tomorrow,
Only the here, the now, of
The truth and the assurance
That follows a mother's song,
Even in the bleakest nights.
Through the eyes of a child,
Everything is alive
With arrays of colors from
Perfectly painted rainbows
In a small box of crayons
Spread out on a clean tiled floor.
Through the eyes of a child,
All things are achievable.
A butterfly's fragile wings
Can carry aloft anything,
Even the precious weight of
A thousand tender young dreams.
Through the eyes of a child,
A million promises
Will rise up strong to gather
The prospects of reality
And bake it all together
With idyllic harmony.
Through the eyes of a child,
The dragons forever guard
Fairy queens and sweet poets,
Saving imaginations,
And makers of magic,
For the worlds beyond the stars.
These, dear ones, are my eyes.
I am the heart of the child,
The humblest of all poets,
The one who still dares believe
In truth, crayons and ranbows,
In love, sweet fairies, and you.
Hi Amy,
I love the poem....we all know and understand the innocence of the child. But then we grow up and reality intrudes, and the innocence is lost...to MOST of us. I loved the end of this poem...YOUR eyes and YOUR heart accepting us with all of our myriad of foibles, flaws, and faults!
Thank you, thank you.
Kris