She Is The Gold...

She is the gold shrieking through the Autumn trees,
She is your God, Your Saviour, your Rose Red Blood,
She is the Devil in disguise, the Blood that does Free,
Laughing as she loosens the heavy chains of your mind,
She is that childhood innocence, that fast elusive bolt, truth so hard to find.

And Mummy holds the broken fragments of her thoughts,
And her innocent little child gazing and puzzling,
How goes it
This life?
Do not worry little one,
Your childhood will be free of worry
And complete inside that best liberty.

AJ Buttle Revised 2010