Infant Years Return me to those infant years Before I awoke from rest Ideas were ocean crashing And I was at my best. Transport me fast to who I was When breath was fresh as dew And I was unfragmented For I was shielded by you. Draw me a figure whole From who I am will be Someone so full of respectful love Please know that someone is me. Return me to those infant years So innocent and so true And I'll return to reality Because that's where I'll find you. © July 23 2004 Journey Of Love Used with permission.