I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart
of my baby’s very own world.
I know it has stars that talk to him,
and a sky that stoops down to his face
to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.
Those who make believe to be dumb,
and look as if they never could move,
come creeping to his window with their stories
and with trays crowded with bright toys.
I wish I could travel by the road
that crosses baby’s mind,
and out beyond all bounds;
Where messengers run errands
for no cause between the kingdoms
of kings of no history;
Where Reason makes kites of her laws
and flies them, the Truth
sets Fact free from its fetters. ~ Rabindranath Tagore