The White Cloak

Imagination, innocence, anxiety

He flew in the window in the blackest night,
wearing a cloak of the whitest white
Her wide eyes welcomed him,
For sleep was not her friend,
Back in those days 'round the country bend

She wished he would cloak her
And teach her to fly,
As her gaze remained universe wide.
He laid the white cloak on her shoulders
Gently
As she perched in her crib,

Like a princess she felt
All nestled in white
And readied to greet the sky
Eager
The man would teach her to fly

But he was gone, in the blackest night,
As she perched in a cloak of the whitest white
Lured by the darkness of the sky,
Her moist eyes peered outside,
No longer universe wide

To the heavens she cried,
"How am I to fly?
Mommy and Daddy sing sweet lullabies to me,
But inside I'm still not free."

Shoulders of white now weighed her down,
So in the crib she lay her body down,
And with barely a mourner's sound,
Drifted to sleep as dawn came 'round

Mommy and Daddy woke her
And straight to the garden she ran,
Through the patches with the peas,
With universe barefoot glee

And the white cloak,
So soon forgotten,
Dangled over the crib rails,
Stained with stale tears

It has been for all these years.

Reviews

[Caitlin Nicole]

This is amazing. I adore the message behind it.
The repitition of "...in the blackest night" "...a cloak of the whitest white" had a great affect on the poem.
Great job! =]