Photo credit: Pinterest INNOCENCE My gaze is clear as a sunflower. My way is to walk the roads Looking right and left And sometimes looking behind me… What I see at each moment Is that which I never Caught sight of before. I have the knack of full awareness The knack of essential astonishment That…
HOW I could see through and through you!
So unconscious, tender, kind, More than ever was known to you Of the pure ways of your mind.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust,
playing with a broken twig all the morning.