Category: Variations on a Theme
Journal: Songbird
Dates: March and August of 2010
(March 2010...written for Zailin's 3rd birthday that it was said he might not have)
Zailin's Song
(Everyone is Everything)
I know a boy brought down to earth,
known as Zailin upon his birth,
with cornsilk hair and lakes for eyes.
Beyond his years, this boy is wise.
Cat in the cradle caught his tongue,
too much to say and still too young.
I close my eyes to read his signs
and this is how his story shines...
Life is music, let it inspire you to be.
Arrange the notes and then you'll see
every life is a song to sing.
Everyone is Everything
He points his finger at the kite
on a day too calm for such a flight.
He imagines his burdens cast into the day,
all pain and suffering is blown away
Zailin observes the world before him
and knows the love of who adores him.
While I watch, he'll catch my eye
a playful smirk as a cryptic reply...
Life is magic, let it inspire you to be.
Wake up renewed and finally see
every life is a piece of me.
Everyone is Everything.
A myriad more than earthly being,
all the space we've not been seeing,
the boy is essence all around us.
Blessed are we that he had found us.
(Everyone is Everything)
I know a boy brought down to earth,
known as Zailin upon his birth,
with cornsilk hair and lakes for eyes.
Beyond his years, this boy is wise.
Cat in the cradle caught his tongue,
too much to say and still too young.
I close my eyes to read his signs
and this is how his story shines...
Life is music, let it inspire you to be.
Arrange the notes and then you'll see
every life is a song to sing.
Everyone is Everything
He points his finger at the kite
on a day too calm for such a flight.
He imagines his burdens cast into the day,
all pain and suffering is blown away
Zailin observes the world before him
and knows the love of who adores him.
While I watch, he'll catch my eye
a playful smirk as a cryptic reply...
Life is magic, let it inspire you to be.
Wake up renewed and finally see
every life is a piece of me.
Everyone is Everything.
A myriad more than earthly being,
all the space we've not been seeing,
the boy is essence all around us.
Blessed are we that he had found us.
(August 2010)
He watches superheroes
and becomes them in games.
Fantasies of fighting the good fight,
taking every evil blow--
the hero never dies.
Only imagination lets him dream
when mortality wants to wake him.
But this little boy
can't fight his enemy within.
He can't outsmart
this evil interloper
attacking and blackening his brain.
He finds comfort
in these movies, games,
peaceful vacations,
and festivals of friends.
He finds himself there--
having fun, living life,
being the little hero
with the biggest dreams.
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