What if the children were the gods
among us all the time
as we fenced them in and limited their
shining gods that stumble
see the loving mother showing him how to eat
like a bird with her
young we played those childhood games
but we saw other worlds
some of us didn't
return to truth can a heart harden
calcified from pain
shrunk
in tiredness I believe the night has answers
but I rarely dwell in her blue
for dreams pull me and not just dreams
sometimes, perhaps one day, we will feel again
in renewed innocence
the god within our memory
