When wilt thou come?

A child

at heart,

she still has those

wide eyed fears -

of pursuing predators,

of luring strangers,

of thundering lightening

breaking the silence

of a childlike mind.

Talk of darkness

still brings back

wounded memories

of love gone astray,

of joy expected

unsatiated,

lost to the storm

of society,

its selfish sadist existence.

She still awaits

the promise

of no darkness

and no wide eyed fears.

When wilt thou come?

Carry on Tuesday: No more talk of darkness.... from The Phantom of the Opera

Monday's Child: 31