Prayer for a Blueberry Girl
Neil Gaiman
Ladies of light and ladies of darkness
And ladies of
- never you mind
This is a prayer for a blueberry girl
First may you ladies be kind
Keep her from spindles
And sleeps at sixteen
Let her stay waking and wise
Nightmares at three or bad husbands at thirty
These will not trouble her eyes
Dull days at forty
False friends at fifteen
Let her have brave days and truth
Let her go places that we have never been
Trust and delight in her youth
Ladies of grace and ladies of favor
And ladies of merciful night
This is a prayer for a blueberry girl
Grant her your clearness of sight
Words can be worrisome
People complex
Motifs and manners unclear
Grant her the wisdom to choose her path right
Free from unkindness and fear
Let her tell stories and dance in the rain
Summersault and tumble and run
Her joys must be high as her sorrows´ deep
Let her grow
like a weed in the sun
Ladies of paradox, ladies of measure,
ladies of shadows that fall
This is a prayer for a blueberry girl
Words written clear on a wall
Help her to help herself, help her to stand
Help her to loose and to find
Teach her we’re only as big as our dreams
Show her that fortune is blind
Truth is a thing she must find for herself
Precious and rare as a pearl
Give her all these and a little bit more
Gifts for a blueberry girl
Neil Gaiman
Ladies of light and ladies of darkness
And ladies of
- never you mind
This is a prayer for a blueberry girl
First may you ladies be kind
Keep her from spindles
And sleeps at sixteen
Let her stay waking and wise
Nightmares at three or bad husbands at thirty
These will not trouble her eyes
Dull days at forty
False friends at fifteen
Let her have brave days and truth
Let her go places that we have never been
Trust and delight in her youth
Ladies of grace and ladies of favor
And ladies of merciful night
This is a prayer for a blueberry girl
Grant her your clearness of sight
Words can be worrisome
People complex
Motifs and manners unclear
Grant her the wisdom to choose her path right
Free from unkindness and fear
Let her tell stories and dance in the rain
Summersault and tumble and run
Her joys must be high as her sorrows´ deep
Let her grow
like a weed in the sun
Ladies of paradox, ladies of measure,
ladies of shadows that fall
This is a prayer for a blueberry girl
Words written clear on a wall
Help her to help herself, help her to stand
Help her to loose and to find
Teach her we’re only as big as our dreams
Show her that fortune is blind
Truth is a thing she must find for herself
Precious and rare as a pearl
Give her all these and a little bit more
Gifts for a blueberry girl
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