Secret

Rainbow just called my name, she told me about you.
About a child with a heart of dew.
As clear as a water pour.

Toad stool is sitting in front of the door.
In the garden of brown.
Where the dead leaves are.

The wind is whistling,
Singing with a dreamy cling.
About the child within.

A handful of Sunshine in my pocket.
A mouthful of Rain.
Moonlight just told me about the sane.

The sane of the child within,
She told me of where she is.
She is within,
Within me.
Within you.
Within us.

(Fiensh Constantine 2010)