On Tiny Soundless Feet


On tiny soundless feet it tip toes, this eternal smiling child

through whispering fogs of thoughts she creeps

and summer memories mild


Peering into beating hearts through smoggy smudgy glass

playing a cosmic game of hide and seek

like running through tall grass


Sometimes I catch a glimpse of her from the corner of my eye

and the lyrical echoes of lilting laughter

as she dances by


Although I long to see her and to join her in her endless game

I know she leaps beyond my reach

for Truth is her silent name.

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