of your lost childhood from
wherever you are now. You would know
that sweet little face anywhere. Horror
didn't dim that light as much as
cruel indifference. Kids believe in
anything as everything. They see
all the hungry monsters, no matter
what fashionable clothes the beasts are
wearing, passing in the street. The problem
has always been adults, because
they no longer remember seeing
things others can't, except adults simply
won't allow that kind of insight
into their hearts anymore. In most
sad cases, it comes too late when they
do. We've seen it on the news. Save the life
of your most innocent childhood memories.
Do no more harm, let no more
harm be done in your name. Save the home
of your own deepest feelings. You can't
possibly save anyone else from
themselves, but you can be a friend to
an old familiar stranger in
the mirror. Save the life of that little
boy thrown into the future without
a kindly care for the violent
currents. Save the life of that little
girl told to always fake it to
make it. Save the life of your own strawberry
field sanctuary. Save the
life of your own real name. It comes with the
real you. Don't have to pretend you
are drowning in dreaming. Claim the one
that claims you without forcing the issue
into a too small or too large
space for your comfort. You know you. See
you again. Recognize yourself as
the one who is standing there where you
used to be. Save the beat of your own
life as you contribute to the music
of the spheres. It's your right, your destiny,
your own cosmic signature
in your own heavenly book of love
and light. Save the excuses for the
next garbage bin pick up. Save a small
remembrance for me. Save the life of
all that kid believed made for a good
day in the life. It's your own treasure
map, left by your own pirate self. But,
most of all, save the courage it took.