If I am hidden.
Whether in dream sequence(s) or in a form of reality
I find myself here. funny how the story goes.
that of finding myself. a tale of being hidden so long.
I remain warm. though the trees whisper in my ear
"why oh why do you smile ? why oh why do you remain within these woods?"
the snow mocks my rosy cheeks.
the branches lend a hand in
dancing the fox trot and make believe sipping tea.
oneday perhaps I won't be this way.
I spell out in the snow
& the trees turn there branches up
forming a smile.
they rejoice in the truth that
life isn't made up of adventures only.
sometimes its about those years
within my youth
the times we
don't charge at every single opportunity.
I am a sailor of many ships
in my own right.
I am a baby within each moonlight.
you will find me
you will see me
in the rare
when the snow melts
before the tide is near.
the way a baby in a basket knows not of its dilema
I am found within the moonlite.