Summer Song - Childhood Faith In Childhood Man Poem by Kevin Patrick

If I were to pray now, it would be for garden
under the comfort of tall hedges, from the shade to be gaurded
from the torrents of relations and acrimony of strangers
Press ganged in green velvet where Paradise is never later

And I would make myself comfort to the roof of bright emeralds
Showering me in light rays past of painted leafs umbrella
Castaway deep in the trunk of an elk's ancient thrown
Falling through its ancient roots of withered arms that I call home
Never dreaming more then what I dare now only take
In this bright enchanted day, for which I pay the sun its name

And I would lie as a child from memories now stolen
Wondering where I had gone from the lost road of pages
That has been simply ages since I saw the next chapter
Informing me of my mission down fields of endless choices
While befallen in the spell of the scent of orchids nectar
Holding on to the rays of springs immaculate potion
Laughing tall under gold leafs, while quickly passing the phases
Into this surrealistic ocean wondering this dreams epilogue

And I would look back looking now knowing Innocents of blue skies
Whispers quietly loudly to those who abandon the grey
To rest upon the ruminants of God's green earth
Where men can be children by forgetting all life's pain