Valerie Dohren
Little Children Lost
Butterflies, sweet butterflies
Laughter lighting up their eye
For now they’ve gone to Paradise
Do they dance and do they play
Upon the stars so far away
Whilst watching o’er the ones who pray
And can they see, or are they blind
Lost to love and humankind
The unconstrained and unconfined
Are they dark or are they fair
With dusky eyes or golden hair
Like feathers floating in the air
And do they weep or do they sing
Fly with angels ‘pon the wing
Joyously or suffering
Fore’er to dwell in shining streams
Lost to life and lost in dreams
All lost forever now it seems
Lost in space and lost in time
But not in prose and not in rhyme
For still they dwell in thought sublime
And are they cold or are they warm
Whispering softly through the storm
But quiet now, the born unborn
Round, round and around they go
Backwards, forwards, to and fro
Swinging high and swinging low
Only those who love them know
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