Its my hearts desire to take up a quiet corner in the centre of my little ones world.
I know that the wild blue yonder concedes to him and the stars parlance with him to amuse him.
Celestial beings come creeping to his window with their tales.
I wish I could walk down the path that crosses my little ones mind,
and out beyond all confines;
Where bearers run errands without purpose between realms of monarchs with no past.
Where Intellect flies kites and Truth sets Reality free from its bind.