SUNCHILD

Looking for freedom in my prison

I found you in yours,

Looking for the same hope.

Two children of the light,

wanting to fly free again,

Looking for the sun,

two Geminis on the run.

Looking for something,

I don't really know what,

Looking for Utopia

can be a scary kind of game.

We talked and talked

about our lives and hopes,

Talking of things that

others don't always seem to understand,

We found two minds so very much

the same.

Sunchild, I know you very well,

admire the way you fly,

the rainbows shining in your wings!

Sunchild, your hair glows bright,

is there a place for us here tonight?

Sunchild, in this Age of Aquarius,

my mind's so high,

flying into the stratosphere!

But flying so high into the Sun,

my wings begin to burn,

My mind is overcome with fear,

the dangers of finality everywhere

And wings of wax are frail things

to travel on so far!

Science, whose creatures we became,

made us into what we are:

Too controlled, too alone in a Heroic Future

that never happens,

Will we ever learn?

Our Age is now Aquarius

who bears the water so lightly,

Flowing drops, gently,

feeding the forests and the seas,

Flowing through our minds and bodies

the Symbol for a change.

Sunchild, lend me your rainbow wings,

I need their strength today.

Let's fly together for so long,

let's go together,

Find Utopia in the Here and Now.

Waiting for Utopia is a hopeless cause,

waiting, instead of flowing,

In the waters of our Time we can only drown.

So meet our future here today,

though looking for freedom's never easy,

Even though the change is begun.

Sunchild, can I tell you this

in words that know no fear?

In looking for another hope and freedom,

instead, I found you here!

RW, 1st draft, 1984, 2nd draft, 15.XII.92.

Copyright, Rory Winter 2013