Where is the child
that passed through the gate
beyond the tall grasses
that bordered the path
where once the sunrises
painted the world
and a day was forever
in boundless fields
of immortal whispers
that filled the heart
as green leaves turned
on butterfly songs
and eyes of wonderment
knew no end
nor thought of heaven
as something more
yet those summers to vanish
as if but a dream
and the child now gone
where the footprints paused
looking behind for the way back home
but finding the path no longer there
AsIDream 