Little Children Lost

Little Children Lost

A Poem by Val Dohren


Butterflies, sweet butterflies
Laughter lighting up their eye
For now they`ve gone to Paradise

Do they dance and do they play
Upon the stars so far away
Whilst watching o`er the ones who pray

And can they see, or are they blind
Lost to love and humankind
The unconstrained and unconfined

Are they dark or are they fair
With dusky eyes or golden hair
Like feathers floating in the air

And do they weep or do they sing
Fly with angels `pon the wing
Joyously or suffering

Fore`er to dwell in shining streams
Lost to life and lost in dreams
All lost forever now it seems

Lost in space and lost in time
But not in prose and not in rhyme
For still they dwell in thought sublime

And are they cold or are they warm
Whispering softly through the storm
But quiet now, the born unborn

Round, round and around they go
Backwards, forwards, to and fro
Swinging high and swinging low

Only those who love them know

© 2012 Val Dohren


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Added on September 4, 2012
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Author

Val Dohren
Val Dohren

Preston, Lancashire, United Kingdom



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