Here little by little <br />The world creeps up your nostril <br />And these muted slow breaths <br />Come over me in a small chill <br />As you taste this new light <br />Waving from the window sill. <br /> <br />I just wonder <br />What murky waters did you cross <br />To reach to this dark hill. <br />And I feel the tears <br />In a shuddering cascade <br />As I stand here still. <br /> <br />This here place, <br />Where imps feast their fill <br />And drink your dreams dry <br />From the spirit that you spill, <br />Is a constant decay <br />That angels never come to kill. <br /> <br />But little one, <br />I, as your father, <br />Will protect you until <br />You forget how to frown, <br />Know that I will.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wistful-born-on-the-dark-hills/
