When I was a child,
I was just eyes in the dark
And I was just arms in the dark
Trying to comfort myself
When I was a child.
When I was a girl,
I thought, a girl is no thing to be,
And so I turned to a silent woody tree--
Wearing my white blossom dress in spring
With an apple for a heart
When I was a girl.
"You are not even really a girl,
Nor a wooden doll;
You are just the black in the night,
And the space between dreams,
When I heard their words, I wept
And let my leaves fall.
When I found love,
I came back into bloom
And my white blossom dress
Was the envy of the stars, and the lovely distant Moon;
But when I leant to kiss my love,
She was gone, never to come back...
With my single apple in her apron
And the night sky laughed
When I lost love.
Now I am a woman,
And, like all women, my eyes see everything;
My arms reach
To comfort and to keep
My creatures, my garden, and me;
I still wear
My white blossom dress in spring,
And in autumn I weep--
Bring your baskets, for my branches are full with a thousand hearts, both tart and sweet...
Now I am a woman.
Each stanza has one more line than the one before. Like growth rings in a tree. ;-)