My mind was full of sky the day you came
with your farm boy hands and music voice.
For once, before your eyes, I felt no shame,
and bared my soul as was my right of choice.
And all around they said I was "too young!"
and too naïve for one as flawed as he
but some part of me was already hung
on him and all the worlds he showed to me.
I said that nine years was no great abyss,
while inside me billowed the tang of fear.
And so I had to wound you and dismiss
the happiness you gave me, briefly, there.
Though it hurt to put my heart to rest
I must concede that it was for the best.









