spirit so pure
You are every child,
if any pain be it sore.
You are every child,
and in your fantasy lands a merry-go-round never stands.
Sing your songs of delight
Singing in the day light
Happy faces long and wide,
Gods of Laughter stand by your side.
Pretty eyes, in the skies, so pretty in the city.
In your dream there be a stream,
long and wide, and in your old age
here is where you died.
And in the hereafter a child you are, eternally,
heart so pure this is what you are.
1995
I had an idea that the meaning "Gods children" might have some truth to it because of the similarities between infants and the elderly. So that when you die you become a child again or you go back to heaven as a child. I've long since given up this idea, but the poem is sweet.
