The Sun rises…
Giving of itself to the new day
And to the world
Just like before

Her childishness pervades…
It is woven into her soul
Like a bright thread in a dull pattern

And it is her brightness
As she approaches this juncture
Defining moment
Definition

The organised randomness hits her
Like an arrow of realisation
And shocks her into truth
TRUTH
Which has been a silent ally
For all her past victories

And the dawn in the realisation…
And the dawn is the turning of the page…

She stands in awe…
At the feet of the mountain
Feeling insignificant under its heavy gaze
Yet it looks upon her with great fondness
And knows she has achieved

The turning of the page was the last great hurdle…
Fear of finding the next one to be blank
Drove away the most daring suitors

And here is the girl with the child in her soul.

She bears an invisible halo
In deference to her beginning
Her beginning was the child
And the child was inside her soul
And the child was her soul
The spirit by which she lived and breathed
The spark to keep her passion burning

But it was so close that she lost sight of it
Her focus was so far ahead
That now ceased to be the present

And as she turns the page
The spark of recollection lights her way
And she reads
And her eyes are wide with wonder

And she knows that this wonder will never cease
For childhood is eternal

09/13/2000

Posted on 10/31/2001
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