Childhood

I recall a place in time
Beyond gelid gates in withered ivy
Where dreams and hopes in lost graves sleep.

A place where no world existed beyond our towns
Where all forms of magic were to be believed
Fairies and ghosts danced beneath the moon
And the wind caressing blades of grass
Inspired imagination

The orb of the sun and the musical rain
Would beckon us into the arms of living
When we would race against the end of each day
With wheels and thoughts spinning
In a frenzy of exultation

Simple motions were that of greatest adventure
And laughter; the song of our lives
With energy unbound and wonder infinite
We were fearless and selfless with affection and love
Ignited at each new sensation

And I recall how we became dreamless cynics
Weighted down by carnificial chains of reality
Hopeless in the graves where we now sleep.