![]() See the infiniteA Poem by Wesley V HarneyIt’s a touch of the infinite when the eyes of a child fall softly upon your own, lifting ears to the sounds, those we have forgotten to listen for. The wind dancing to the beat of their hearts, tossing hair, floating hats and leaves and shoving birds out of the way in a playful jest. Only they, the children see the magic anymore, the wonder’s of the world, the sky their canvas for imagination, you know, the clouds the shapes of bunnies. Do hold them tight, never let them go, never let them change, we cannot let them grow up, grow up to be us, blind and angry, searching for the infinite when it stares us in the face. Saying, ‘Look at that bird, it’s silly, what ice cream do you like, do you want to play? I can be the hero/magician/princess and you you can be my friend, we’ll fight the bad guys/villains/black knight. © 2010 Wesley V HarneyReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 7, 2010 Last Updated on April 7, 2010 Author![]() Wesley V HarneyHagerstown, MDAboutMy name is Wesley, duh. I was born and raised in Senegal, spent a little time in the army and now I am living in Maryland working in a book store of all places. Write because I am drawn to it, I canno.. more..Writing
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