I am becoming an adult. <br />In this becoming, I realize, <br />That all beauty bears a force field. <br />The sun, it’s fiery focus, <br />The moon, her white, spectral distance, <br />-Snowflakes, their ephemeral guile- <br />A woman….her friends.<br /><br />Lazarus Knix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forcefield/
