Ena Nin

Childhood Game - Poem by Ena Nin

a childhood game now so unknown
like moon, often alone
sometimes i ask, if there's heaven
i have not seen a grain
or torch carrying win

the book of rules, the imprints bold
the bewitched pans the gold
firmamental promise agleam
a cradle of all dreams
or a supple moonbeam.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 6, 2010

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