Cradle

Date: 15.01.2009
Time: 11:05 p.m.

Slowly still, yet embraced by winds
Rocking it towards the nether
Its child was made to leave the ease
And comfort of its feather,
See how it no longer fits the head
So filled with thoughts it can’t comprehend
In tune with toys and caramel
And the warmth that some voices lend…

When wisdom invades the innocent’s stare
Awakening it to more shades of a colour
Narrowed eyes replace the wide
Inflicting upon rosy cheeks a pallor,
The pout is pursed and parted not
Except to yield honeyed lisps
That mask the cynic lurking within
By deceptively dreamy wisps.

The sudden gale that struck the cradle
Had knocked the child to her feet
And forced her to walk before her time
In lessons painful and bittersweet,
The cradle thus remains forlorn
With no memory of its loss
Or the gurgling grace of a childhood
Now resting dead beneath a cross.

End: 11:40 p.m.