[?7hThe Key


light soft unfolds
to the eyes of the child
who, in his heart, still holds
the solitary key
to enigmatic mysteries.

the world is not his home
and imprisons not his soul
whilst his mind is free to roam
and laugh at ancient queries
to which wisemen offer theories.

blue-white ceiling
no walls to his world
the child, he is feeling
the air of existance
with steady resistance

to trivial thoughts
of life and its meaning
the question is nought;
to the child and his key
there is no mystery.


W’R€HYœDä
[iMAGE]
(c) 1993