An Innocence, A Naivety

I was born this morn in the clouds,

In the forest, oh, the mounts!
They were Islands in the sea.
Sea of fog, rim so pink

Then the sun came ushering retreat,
And the dawn sang of the day we were to meet


I laughed and played in the rivers of the autumn sun,
With only dreams of wars to be won,
And constellations; oh I'm sure
That the stars are holes in heaven's floor.

With not the slightest notice of time,
I know my youth will ever be mine.


I was born with wings, enthralled by everything.
Pardon, I'm not wise,
But expecting all surprise.


I closed my eyes with the thought that I could live in the shade
Of stories I've heard, stories I've made.
When Luna whispers, I hear my name
And knock upon the door of the coming days.

In my dreams with wings I glide,
Imagination faithful by my side.


I was born with wings, enthralled by everything.
Pardon, I'm not wise….

I was born with wings, amazed by everything.
Pardon, I'm not wise,
But I keep an open eye.


I'm unfamiliar with a storm's passion, but I’m ready to take it on.