The mind of a child, lost in a moment of mirthful fantasy, an escape from the painful reality and anguish of failures and abashed dreams. Hope is on the horizon, lessons learned from the innocence in her smile. This beautiful oblivion, culled from the ignorance and carelessness of lifes grim countenance. Yes, her pain is short and abrupt, her ecstasy, long and loud. Her voice reverberates with the wittiness of spring and her hinds swift as the deer to water streams. This beautiful fantasy I crave to behold even for a moment, to dance to the melodies in my head, at the trance of being lost in Eden