It was but a glance of hope <br />that I saw in her eyes <br />About winds on the meadows <br />and birds in the heights <br />A ticklish dream of spring <br />awaited for long amid the lies <br />O Child of pure innocence <br />run before the run of times <br /> <br />In the darkness lies there <br />this heart of guilt and sorrow <br />Grown up over the agonies <br />and veins tight and narrow <br />Mercifulness is so a blessing <br />but what left of it to follow? <br />O Child of pure innocence <br />nap, and yet there is tomorrow <br /> <br />Blabber not O my little <br />life blabbered enough for me <br />When your turn comes <br />surely there is something to be <br />Like a glancing star above <br />shine and let everyone see <br />O Child of pure innocence <br />what innocence shall it be?<br /><br />Taher Shemaly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/child-of-innocence/
