Innocence

Innocence displayed . . .
like a little girl touching dandelions . . .

a butterfly left behind
lingering on the doorsteps of winter . . .

Time ,Time ,Time . . .
so elusive , so undefined . . .

We have tried (so) true
(only) we fall so short

Love . . .
an instance in time . . .
so passionate (in it's) displacement

We hope for love . . .
but it lays like the cross . . .
at Jesus's feet


We bury time , we bury love
we bury ourselves in search of both


The little girl without a sense of time
knowing only basic love . . .
tenderness of care . . .
and dandelions

Maybe we are the dandelions of time
petals of love . . . surrounding each other
in it's time . . . falling . . . one by one
like kisses given and taken
lost to time . . . to love
til the doorsteps of winter
close in and freezes the moment

. . . all alone . . .

love . . . time . . . dandelions
little girls and innocence . . .

run away as fast as you can