The sky was blue, like sapphires, like my favourite cup, like the blood in my veins.
And we lay on the grass, serene and divine
While the sun beat down its endless rays of maternal love.
She told me that she was once seven years old.
And I didn't argue, because it was understood.
She named the trees, told me a funny story about the leaves,
And how they are always fighting, but never fall out.
The grass tickled my bare arms, playful but a little annoying
And I watched her making daisy chains,
Worrying that her fair skin would get burnt.
We talked about bodies and how they get in the way.
We looked into each other's souls instead and saw bright lights.
I told her about the castle that had once been here,
And said I sometimes still felt the vibrations.
But she just laughed and her voice floated
Along with the dandelion seeds we had made wishes on.
The traffic is so loud now,
And this cement wall so cold.
I'm lying here thinking about her,
And how she was once seven years old.