Child in a Pout

Child in a pout

self-absorbed,

all alone

in anger he shouts

“I’ll run away

from home!

I’ll run away,  run away

far from my

home.”

(Enfold him deep

in the dark

of my eyes,

sing him to sleep

fill his dreams

with my cries)

“Oh, I'll go with you, hurry!

together,  today!

I’ll follow you

always to

wherever you stray

and you never will ever

again be alone,

for wherever I am,

there you’re ever at

home.”