A Childish Question

When I was young,

And the sun was higher in the sky,

I wanted to see

The Cathedral of Notre Dame

And the

Little gypsy dancer.

I wanted to be

A small white goat wearing a bell;

I wanted to wander

Where my hooves would echo with the remains of saints.

I have always done this--

Mixed the sacred and the profane;

Goats are goats--

Music, to them, is all the same.

So now here I am,

And the sun has gone much lower.

I would still like to meet

That gypsy dancer

Before I meet God.

Do you think

I can get to Paris from here?

And can you tell me

Is there really sanctuary

With God and all His bells

Or in the changing sky of a woman's heart?

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