…and as someone wise once said to me;
on that evening when it happened
the night I left my old life
and started one for me.
That night when the winter moon was full,
and the evening breeze was like whispers
through my silver midnight locks.
My aged face smooth like his,
the wise child before my learned eyes.
As he spoke in silky tones,
the words made so much sense
and ordered my chaotic mess.
The boy child smiled with deep blue eyes,
and touched my powdered face.
And he told me
that I always have the courage,
to do the hardest things.