A Child From The Past
dawn goes down
day by day
a child from the past
calls my name
i seek the voice
though long ago
the childs presence
gives me desire to know
what is the aura
that surrounds the figure
saphire flashes
are now configured
the child steps out
from the darkness of eternity
the face still eclipsed
and shaded with mystery
a cerulean ocean
with a moon-lit sky
reflects an image
of the child
the vision of the child
occurs once more
standing in the dark
while the rain pours
the mask of the child
is now revealed
as shocked overwhelms my body
to what has appeared
for the child with that hair
and those eyes of green
the child from the past
appears to be me!