Halls of the Dark Muse

Lost Childhood

Remember those careless days
in the sunshine with sun tanned
bare feet kicking up the waterhole

Now lost it seems, as if within
a winters haze, the seasons pass
just as fast as innocence begins
to wither away

Dreams blown upon the wind
like daffodil wishes
will they ever been seen again?

No longer chasing dragonflies
for dragons, or dancing with
the fairies.

The world seems to shrink
and nothing is quite as remembered
a favored tree appears less noble

It is a bittersweet realization
summer days loose their sacred
meaning and something is lost
that can never be regained.