8-17-2012 The Beauty of Innocence
The Innocence of open eyes,not just pretend ,but unaware of any lies,
She opens the world around her as she surprises the obsesses of the prime,
Holding on to the world that she does not even know she owns, until she finds herself in flight,
Too soon she will be gone, the beauty of Innocence shows to all who know,
The last dance to a new song,a last word of perfect poem,
I saw here there, under full moon,her shadow illuminated brighter than a shallow pool
I felt her love ,silently I could not keep my eyes off her,
Just as the flowers I could not pick or the showers I did get wet,
Her memories- even so long ago,I can still see,when I close my eyes,at certain times.