Children of the Ward

I hear the children playing,

See them dancing in the yard.

Preserve the words they`re saying,

Like a fancy Christmas card.

The moments that betray them

Are the moments caught off guard;

Yet the dragons cannot slay them,

Not these children of the ward.

I hear their mothers calling

As they empty out the yard,

Echoing their footsteps,

Like bells tolling in my heart.

I gaze upon the portrait

Of my brother who`s been gone:

Time itself cannot prorate

The memory and the song.

To see you I would kiss you;

And give hugs until you groan.

Mama`s off to find you,

I must go it all alone -

I`ve been across some borders,

To describe my private hell;

In deep and shallow waters,

Like a bucket in a well.

Each story has an anchor;

Yes I dragged mine through the bay;

I was lucky just to find her,

Fortunate she went my way.

The sun is like a prism:

See it straining through the glass.

My mind`s not like a prison;

I`m no prisoner to the past.

There`s a beauty in the foment,

And a rage to top the crest;

Got to have myself a moment,

So I`m ready for the rest.