besieged by bliss/still 9

last night
outside rick’s house
i took a break
from the party
ambling into the moonlite
yet turned away from
the bright face
i could see the borders
of her smile on every leaf
suddenly besieged
i felt the glad hand of joy
and a simple contentment
so rare in the year of the rush
drugs were at the bottom of the mind
churning like neurosturgeons but
this time capped with a froth of
quiet ecstatic and communion
with the child
golden days are with us yet
still 9
in her temple
still 9
w/ her future
not a shadow
upon the road
as she drives
her golden chariot
across the sky
of childhood
whipping w/ her will
driving sky horse snorting
just getting her kicks
in the cosmic playground

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