To my child

today I stage a rebirth of my desire
to see the world through your eyes

if you see the flowers stare at you
from their blushing fields
you are like a sun to them
so I invited myself to your dream

and do you know mine
about the thankfulness of a well,
the divine right of water
to be drunk by your lips?

when will you feel the thirst of knowledge
like I did, and all the weirdness of being
so terribly alive?

will you play music, dance, wrap yourself
in the texture of all things?

read old books with the smell of centuries?

will you dream about the soft shapes of hills
and people falling in love behind them?

Here is what I said against the wind:
do not fear the same things
do not fear the new if you go out to the sea
you are not my idea.

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