Bookstore Poetry

I wrote this poem in a bookstore. Thought I'd share it.

I will roam,
forgetting the sound of my voice,
to put you back together again.
A child-like mind
with a God-like disposition,
looking without
eyes,
but with my own desire
for you to achieve
Perfection.
Give me a paint brush
And I will illustrate
a piece of music
So beautiful
that you will hear again.
And if I use my
instrument
to play for you a newer
more beautiful
Reality,
I know you will stand again,
and with new eyes,
Look upon me
as the Old Child
You've been waiting for.
-BH