April Child

I love words and I like to write poems. Sometimes words just come and I don't know where from but I write them down anyway. There's something very powerful in the written word. It shows you where you have come from and how transient everything is.

What you seek wont be found
Your mind cant conceive
Cant reach with your hand
Its hard to believe
But if you let go, its said
When it leaves your head
When you stop the chase
Youll find what you seek
Is in front of your face

April Child July 2007


I also perform poetry in Second Life where I am known as April Clapsaddle

http://www.youtube.com/user/AprilClapsaddle