A Child

It unhooks a dream for you
It brings it to your lips
And it leaves singing

A child
With a bit of luck
It hears the silence
And it cries diamonds
And it laughs
Not knowing what to do
And it cries
Seeing us cry
It falls asleep
With gold under the eyelids
And it sleeps
To make us dream

A child
It listens to the blackbird
That lays its pearls
On the staff of the wind
A child
It's the last poet
Of a world that insists
On wanting to grow up
And it asks
If clouds have wings
It worries
About fallen snow
And it falls asleep
With gold under the eyelids
And it suspects
That there are no more fairies

But a child
And we flee from childhood
A child
And here we are passing by
A child
And here we are patient
A child
And we are past