Lila Sea

She is but a pint sized child in my mind Chasing ice cream trucks and dragonflies Stumbling in the swirl of her yellow skirt The Spring breeze her only compass She looks for kittens to bring home And catches tadpoles in a jar Lets a song out on a kite string And danced when she sees the stars She has lips of watermelon moistness A face of fresh cream mixed with freckles Skinny legs and some times skinned knees No planned direction for her many dreams Pulling weeds she sees as flowers Naming trees thought to be friends Scooping sunbeams to carry in her memory's pocket Walking over bridges to her castle created Never is a day too long or a night too short There is no clock that guides her steps Under a blissfully blue sky wide The world awakes when she arises