I SPY.

i spy

with my little eye

a world that shivers with discontent

and reationships are there to rent

or to buy.

they live this way until they die.

i spy with my little eyes

the beauty

in every inch of children's faces

and i realise

the unknown feelings

and explanations

that come

from all sorts

of places.

and then

i pray with my little heart

that i will be rescued from the dark.

butterflies in summer

dumb love and heartbreak

topped off with those lazy days in the park.

all the moments brought on

by the rest of your life

can be stupidly forgotten

in the glimmer of a knife.