Shed light on me oh little child.

Growing old on your becoming
as winds, away from my control,
take you to the world.

Sitting down
on the side of the campsite seat,
looking the fields
empty as I like them to be.

Some warm
salty water
runs down to my mouth
as I smile like a clown,
sad one.

For our ways together
to be shown like a shadow
that knows another light
unknown to words
and even thoughts.

Oh little child
to run wild and dirty
on clean mean city lights.

Oh, what will you do?
For I an old man
without you.

To let go.