That which, alone in babies' eyes
Sparkle like the evening star in a
Vacant sky, and dance on lips
Smoother before naked gums.
That which, in their voices
Summon hearts to a sprightly
Dance in their bony graves.
That which, in subtle
Manifestations, our
Inheritances parade that on
High as long white clouds
We fly.
Wherever else would a thing
So pure but in faces of our
Babies be found?
Wonderful! is it not; that in their
Angelic lights selfishly we bask?
O! Heaven such grace bestowed
That we might a bit of it taste.
By: Jeffrey Febi Thursday, 10 2010
Sparkle like the evening star in a
Vacant sky, and dance on lips
Smoother before naked gums.
That which, in their voices
Summon hearts to a sprightly
Dance in their bony graves.
That which, in subtle
Manifestations, our
Inheritances parade that on
High as long white clouds
We fly.
Wherever else would a thing
So pure but in faces of our
Babies be found?
Wonderful! is it not; that in their
Angelic lights selfishly we bask?
O! Heaven such grace bestowed
That we might a bit of it taste.
By: Jeffrey Febi Thursday, 10 2010
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