Golden ringlets, spread out round
An angel face with cheeks so pink
And lips crimson red from a popsicle:
A cherry one
That melted as quickly as my innocence.
Her lacy pink dress has a brown stain
And she's been barefoot since forever
And her smile seems eerily out of place
Lying as she is, dejected on the floor,
Alone in a block of sunlight
That illuminates the dust dancing like fairies in the air.
I used to dance with the fairies,
And she danced with them too
And we'd stay out all day,
Twirling, swaying, singing, praying
That night would never come, that Mother wouldn't call
Us home where, evening past, we'd curl up
Together in bed, nestled neath pink sheets,
My eyes trained on the sliver of light from neath the door
While she slept as soon as her head hit the pillow.
But now no more fairy dances or second chances,
No late-night giggles or playful glances.
The time has fled, the seasons changed,
Night has passed and morning come
And with it her fate:
To lie forgotten on the floor in that block of sun,
Her glassy eyes shut in an eternal sleep
A peaceful slumber among the fallen leaves of my youth
Until the snow falls of dreams wash white all my sins
And I am once again innocent, innocent as a lamb,
Innocent as she is, lying there forgotten,
Innocent as I used to be when all was not forgotten
And there was nothing to forget.