Gypsy Child

(The centuries of quests to find the Fountain of Youth were
doomed to failure; it exist only in a child's eyes)

Gypsy child
take my hand
make me young like you
lead me to that
special place
where everything is new

Use your magic
to open my eyes
to things I'm now denied
faces in clouds
swords in sticks
log horses we can ride

Let me hear
the ocean whisper
as we walk barefoot in the sand
and sit with you
to share your longing
as night claims the land

Then when the sky
is black as pitch
and we hear the cricket's cries
we'll run and jump
at the little lights
catching jars of fireflies.

Nothing I own
could begin repay
this brief return to youth
You already possess
a priceless treasure:
you have eyes that see the truth