When I was a child,The world was an ocean
With playful horizons,
Softly falling
From infinite skies,
Time stretched,
Like the wings of a bird flying
In the lazy afternoon sun,
Each day breathed wonder,
Each form became laughter,
Each moment danced so alive,
Each season spun faster,
Each year left the child behind...
The ocean lost waves,
And its sunny horizons,
Storms darkened the beautiful skies,
Today we lost shipmates, once more...
Tomorrow whole generations
Are falling behind us,
Like silent waves returning to shore.
Today I'm a child,
And the world is my ocean,
Shrinking, but softly falling
From the infinite skies...
Copyright © 2011 Cristina Miller
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