Thinking of you, wishing magic was real
To be a child again, close my eyes, begin to feel
The moment I stopped, the moment that child died
The moment adult reality became my great wall of pride
All in my head, stolen from my innocent bed
A diet of religiosity is what I was fed
Forget-me-nots gone, counted futility
Blown by the wind forgetting all humility
But hark, sweet soul, it’s not over yet
Forget-me-nots are real, no need to fret
The buds and the beauty continue to bloom
Colors of vibrant blue unceasingly zoom
Gentle Light arousing my slumber
Forget-me-nots I begin to remember
A child awakens knowing magic is real
The child within, I begin to feel
November 29, 2016
[Featured artwork Blue Poppy by Joanna Szmerdt]
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