Beckoning

 Crawling to the edge of darkness
makes running to the shore a long lost dream.
I danced in summer among the flowers.
You found me somewhere in between.

Linen white as my pearled hair
shaded the windows when I lived there.
Up in that house
with a room at the end,
quietly, sitting, I played pretend.

That was all so long ago.
The future was huge, and in front of me.
The structure that my spirit built on,
was open, unwoven and so naive.

With older eyes,
I see the children now.
They're in such a hurry to run around.
Tugging at the shirt tails of whomever pays attention-
they will absorb whatever we let them.

Soaking up information
in an informal way-
I wished I knew sooner that I would be here today.

Lie to me someone-
my father
or friend.
Tell me,this child
will conquer the world.

Give me the tools to succeed
'till the end.
The beach feels closer-
Run to it little girl.