'I am here!' I heard the cry
from a girl not old as I
as her father scoops her up
and holds her close.
She's been missing for a while
in the incandescent smile
of a boy who wasn't ever
there at all.
It was on this hazy day
in the silence of first May
when first she'd seen her soul
upon the breath of thought.
Never once beyond the skin
had she led this vision in
and now on the grass she swore
she would be whole.
But the boy was never there
and to this day she'll swear
that t'was only lemonade
which made her ill.
And the woman with this spirit
has a mind too closed to hear it
but the girl inside's still crying
'I am here.'