Think Again....

To every person

There is a dark side

Is for some their dark side

Is even darker....

I tend to walk the back streets

My wispy dark hair

Always seems to cover

My so called innocent eyes

I leap across walls

My clothes getting torn

Along the way

Yet this only when darkness

Falls across the ally ways in which I live

When dawn arrives

There is the perfect child

And no one would ever suspect....

Natural

I'm running
My bare feet
Lightly touching
The soft wet moss
Covered in a dark mix of mud
Oozing between my toes
As I'm running
I know I'm getting closer
The soft drips
Of the waterfall
Echoes through out the creeks path
A step up on to a rock a little spider crawls across my foot
Upon a rock I stand
I reach my hand out

Towards the water falling
Across the waterfalls slender edge
Softly the water tickling my hand then
Tinkles down my finger
Then interrupting the creeks mottled muddy surface
A  high pitch "blup" as it submerges
My dreaming eyes of wonder
Witnessing this normal yet beautiful thing.