Tuesday, November 10, 2009
I See Myself In Others
Her Once Upon A Time
The little girl in her pink raincoat,
She exclaims to her gran
I look on with such joy
Such innocence I see
As I watch
She sits a young figure
Unaware of the world
No tension in that lovely view
A face full of hope
A smile unrestrained
Living in her own bliss
Happy in her own things
She is the new that has come
From the old that is gone
May the Lord watch over her
I know she is blest
That little girl,
She is so precious
The little girl in her pink raincoat,
She exclaims to her gran
I look on with such joy
Such innocence I see
As I watch
She sits a young figure
Unaware of the world
No tension in that lovely view
A face full of hope
A smile unrestrained
Living in her own bliss
Happy in her own things
She is the new that has come
From the old that is gone
May the Lord watch over her
I know she is blest
That little girl,
She is so precious
I think I understand what Blake was doing and how he thought. Why he did innocence and experience. Because he must have wanted to preserve. And then to present the harsh facts. But what makes life harsh? Isn't it the very people who write these poems? And yes, I am one of those people. When I could smile, I chose a facade. So when you compare a child, who is so innocent, to an adult. You get the difference immediately. An icon of innocence versus one of lined face and callous hearts. But don't we all have a child in us? But it does not show does it? Not all the time; not everyone. Now, it feel like a game of hide and seek. Just like when you were a kid...
Mr Darcy: You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you.
12:55 AM.
12:55 AM.