A Dream Through Her Eyes

December 30th, 2006 at 11:01pm B Jon Traylor 199

I'm crying tears of pain.

I'm crying tears of joy.

They run down my face into a river that winds its way near a park.

Welcome little one to this place of grass and chalk.

Welcome little one, all blue-eyed and innocent.

The world is so much colder than our pocket spent ticket.

We are in a human race, yet now you are at the gate of such a grand ol' place.

Welcome little one, there is so much to learn.

The past is a profound memory.

Society's change is choking me.

I'm now crying tears of joy.

I'm crying tears of pain.

I see my freedom playing in this park tonight.

I feel my dreams dripping into a river --

still winding, flowing, alive.

B. Jon Traylor

Entry Filed under: Aspen, Family