OPEN TO SOMETHING NEW...

Its good to see it
in its purest form,
hanging from an arm,
peeking for a view,
a smile inviting an warm
opened to something new,
innocence knows no bounds
just lights and sounds,

the human glow that use to flow,
but faded slow, we, losing a hold
as we grew old,

that bright aura
magical like the Borealis,
acceptance without malice,
that crystal palace sheltering
human dreams.

I jumped in her flowing stream,
her face dirty with butter cream,
her eyes a jet black
as I smiled and wave back.