Smile faced Maria. Oh, how you make me crimson so. What’s my name? Ask me again, and let your voice rise on sunny strings. Maria, you gaze at me with your anxious brown eyes. Down below with your pink toed sandals and a daylight dress. Blow up a yellow balloon, and let it explode into your precocious laughs. If it’s outside where you want to be, we’ll hop on clouds in only our socked feet. But, Maria it’s raining. The smile on your cheek melts out of its grin, and fades away. We’ll run between raindrops together, and never come home. We’ll watch purple flowers peel from their stem, and the bumblebees float heavily above the grass. The wind will sing, and we’ll be its harmony. Dusk is a creamy splatter of grapefruit and coco plums. Maria, you are dandy as a dandelion, as you hold one to the sun. Running your pygmy fingers through a handful of sand, you wait until it all pools in your lap. You speak a perfect sound, and twirl away your responsibility. A precious one you are. If only you could run forever. Please never grow up. Never grow away.
