Innocence

POSTED IN reading poetry, Stories April 21, 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Innocence

When falling off the cliff they cry,
hurting the iris of their eye,
flying before they learn to fly,
whose words will kiss their tears to dry?
I am the Catcher in the Rye.

The Fallen knows the Catcher’s dream
to keep alive th’ innocent gleam.
The Catcher feels the Fallen’s sense:
“Don’t kill the heart of  Innocence!
Let it live hidden in the sky!”
I am the Catcher in the Rye.

I gave the hunting hat to me
while pushed into the falling free.
Life took me off the cliff, but I,
I was the Catcher in the Rye,
I gave myself the hat of hunt,
and through the Rye I walk and chant.

Maria Magdalena Biela