i saw the child sitting beyond the tree
furiously writing her words on paper
startled she saw me approaching
we have the same eyes her voice said
and the same strong voice i thought
familiar words pull me towards her
this is beyond my control now
and then she is gone,
i dont wonder. i know.
for i once lived there
too
the yellowed papers are strewn among the leaves
i gather them in my arms again
these words i had once written
in a childish manner
but i could not understand
then