Poetry, Maia Poon
Little one dancing on telephone poles
I want to see you float, I want to see you float
All those lazy hours passed between mine and yours
I can feel them in my soul, I can feel them in my soul
So we dance around
When the morning is open
And I laugh until
My window has sun
And you’re wide awake
In the coffee-stained kitchen
And we’ll dance until
The evening has closed
Little one dancing on telephone poles
It ain’t all for show, it ain’t all for show
The way you float straight into your dreams
The whole world does know, the whole world does know