The Child....Byronic Sonnet IX
The innocent aware of beauty sighs
A breath of vagueness in creative dreams,
That wander far beyond the living streams
In wonder searches for reasons and whys.
With opened eyes sees movement in the skies,
Absorbing sweetness as senses expand
As dewy grass embraced by earthy land
Explain the barefoot joy in youthful cries.
Yet mature minds refuse to take delight
In kicking through the drifting fall of leaves
It's swept away like mist that curls each night
Around the dreams that no-one dare retrieves
But given the chances all things burn bright
The heart can see beyond that the eye deceives.
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