A little voice

Sometimes there exists a moment
When a frustrated mind stops to ponder
About emotions absent, and dreams forsaken
Time ceases as the mind admits it blunder.

I see a spirit bent, but not broken,
enthralled by the revelation
that in me there is a sorrowful little child
A pitiful little apparition
A bit afraid, timid and docile.

Dreaming of a journey, Alas!
A winding path manifests before me
An inviting course mapped
And begins with shattering this cage
I long to be free, yet I am trapped!
too terrified of turning a depleted page.

But in the soul there is a little fire
kindled by a curious heart-wanting
to embrace the world and taste desire,
from their clutch, longing to depart.

To this child a promise is made;
little one, fly if you dare
but let not innocence fade
trust your heart, abandon this fear

Savor this life, a charming offering
Imbibe in the nectar of time,
flourish in youth , this is your spring!
the ropes of repression, will slowly untwine

A captivating melody begins to play
When time drops his scathe, and takes a breath
the world will remember this day
when a stubborn sun refused to set.
And watches as the child begins to dance,
And with life , commence a romance.

Nandi 09-26-02