The Pain I See In Innocence

You curl there like infinity,

Your head hidden beneath

Any bit of you you can stretch that far,

Hiding from the ensuing day;

In the quiet bustle of the morning rush

You can listen, drink it all in:

Hiding from you ennui day.

A hours trip outside, the rest of the day

A ghost, in the company of an old man,

In the silence of his ageing pride;

You lie there in your little ball

Making what you can and when,

Half asleep, only alive to the listening;

The long walks we take, a new face in the house,

Long grooming strokes; O the joys

To see your heart beat and you eyes start glistening.

I look at you and cry, sweet innocence,

That your years are short and empty,

My spirit breaks each time I leave:

I dream of changing my mind,

Love is never something life can truly ever fully...

We just don't have time to perceive.

Soon I shall be gone, sweet innocence,

I may see your angel face no more;

My tears start every time I leave,

To every time I return,

Through your worlds-end door.