The Estranged Child

The Sun lit by the push of a button Some still alive, some already died In this war between spring and summer Only tea leaves and ice cream are the winners And their soft heads, of former foreign yellow Tell a story of becoming ancient old And now glow in the noon flitter of dust Beside the park bench's old red rust The child plays with fire - made of words And puts them out with gentle songs Only known to far gone lonely birds The songs which made the world turn Everyone silent, they all wonder now What is to become of this strange child Who cares not for the comforts of fantasy Yet closes its eyes before is ready to see See what? you might query Something new, silly and a bit dreary The rise of a new prismatic hymn There before unknown to him The hymn sounds as if you and me Never heard any melodies And were trying to create For this child, a new mate It was the sound of hope and trust Which broke the barricades of yesteryear It's now on each and every one of us To surrender us to this thing most dear A child born of the universe and naïve fear