A Girl Like The Sun

The wisdom of life

Is in acorns and sunlight

And wisps of cloud over the moon.

It's in the wailing of a child,

The bleating of a lamb,

The lonely cry of a wolf to the moon

On a shimmersome winter night.

It's the gleam of virgin snow

And the aching trumpet of the lune;

It's the tinkling melody

Of sunlight on dandelions

And on the slithersome, coy fish

Gliding beneath the dimpled stream.

Wisdom is the fear and determination

In the eyes and clutching arms

Of a mother as she clasps her babe

To her breast and rocks him,

Back and forth, back and forth,

As something dark and faceless

Moves in the night outside.

Wisdom is the throbbing of a heart.

It's the awe in the eyes of the girl

As she watches the eagle wheel above;

It's the quivering of a candle

In the dark, quivering at the breath

Of the boy as he holds the candle up,

Feeble and dauntless before the dark,

Pressing into the vast of the unknown.

Wisdom is a smooth white stone

And the sea in a storm

And the slow anger of gentleness

That builds against all that is evil.

It's a lonely boy with hair like fire

Sitting on a nighttime rooftop

Picking the sorrows out of his life

On his lute, sending it's sweet

Strains of music floating out

On the dim fragrant darkness

Of the midnight.

And wisdom, if it is anything,

Is the little wisp of a girl,

A girl pretty as the sun,

With hair like spun gold

Drifting around her

As she clasps her knees

To her chest 

In the shadow of a chimney

And listens, listens, to that sweet

Strain of music,

And wonders, and smiles, and hopes- -