small and untaught
sprite in haze of childhood
an innocent spirit dances
in the soul

naivete glistens
in eyes without the jade
of a hundred disillusioned days
of abandonment

promises arriving
slow, agonizingly slow,
just before the hopeless lives
the ever hopeful

night is dreaming
quiet self-awareness of the maya
and you whatever you wish
is satisfaction

burn the candle bright
dance long and forever feel
think with the mind of innocence
delicate one

steel yourself