The Playhouse

Aisles of love
Bewait me in my toybox;
A sphere of crying angels
Sing the abc's
At night, the aisles are dark enough
To bewed black lace...
I grow older.
Older than the oldest stone;
And I knock down my block tower
That I made all alone...
And I grow in fascination
Of fearless faith,
Till I journey all of the unknown
And find one unanswered question
On my doorstep;
So young, love has seen me,
Running, but not hiding
In the playhouse...