Aug 2016
In this heat and night go to where the fireflies fly,
Where land ends and the lighthouse stands,
Where the horn warns of sudden danger,
Where curls of fog roll in from the cooling sea.
Child, hear me – this is important.
Where I stood one night with the fireflies lighting me.
Where the universe was for a moment understood.
Where the poetry I lived there will not be understood by you.
Where land ends and the lighthouse stands,
Where the horn warns of sudden danger,
Where curls of fog roll in from the cooling sea.
Child, hear me – this is important.
Where I stood one night with the fireflies lighting me.
Where the universe was for a moment understood.
Where the poetry I lived there will not be understood by you.
Our children often forget we were them not too long ago. Here a parent forcefully asks his/her child to be aware of his/her rich emotional life.
