Dancing With Kings

Dancing with Kings

What sweet smile of careless youth,

In deepest eyes bared naked truth,

Unveiled unkempt undone unspent,

Oh loving child dear soul unrent.

 

Collector of tales,

Adventures and dares,

Wide-eyed in wonder,

Unfettered from cares,

Who clambers and fossicks,

You bruise and you fall,

Small tears are shed,

Joy soon forgets all.

 

Oh Angel who frolicks in simple delight,

Through acres of poppies,

Smelling the night,

So fresh, crisp and new,

Your heart soars and sings,

In each step your spirit,

Dances with kings.

 

Life’s journey has burdened,

Your dear little soul,

Taken you far,

Made you grow old,

But homeward you come,

Before you are dead,

From the worries and cares,

You have chosen to shed.

 

Sleep well darling child,

For love you are so,

More tomorrows to come,

More adventures to go,

Then dance with me angel,

Like bells we will ring,

Let us laugh raucously,

Dancing with Kings.

 

29 Nov 2002

 

A poem to our inner child. Inspired by a photo sent to me by my Auntie Iris. It was taken of my brother, cousins and myself when I would have been about three years old. We were all smiling and holding hands in the back yard of my grandmother’s place, without a care in the world. Even the long grass was fun to romp and explore in, because unlike Australia, there are no poisonous creatures in Malta. Over here, children need to be watched for such things as snakes, spiders and so on. The photo reminded me of the cares we accumulate in our lives as we grow older and the realisation at some stage that to be truly happy means to shed those cares and become child-like (not childish!).

Copyright. Pierre Nunns