Magic in Childlike Eyes

Magic in Childlike Eyes

Galloping in lush sultry fields of sun kissed flowers

splayed out on the grounds of ancestors longingly

searching for remnants of pieces shattered

when winter came to take life away on wings

of silver moon dust to undiscovered treasure

coves deep beneath the sapphire blue and

emerald greens of an ocean made of dreams.

As the tide rolled in upon the Earth’s gravity

came the rush of ecstasy when those pieces

shattered came together to form the most

perfect puzzle solved like the pinpoints of stars

when connecting them to create astrological

symbols of zodiac signs then to realize you

were staring upon the wrong set of stars all along.

And yet the imagination comes to rescue its child

giving life to inanimate objects and secret friends

of different stories to play along to the feelings

of the host to dull the sense of loneliness that

envelopes the soul when lost in a big world

without the love needed to sustain a life smaller

and weak in the eyes of nature’s troubles.

For one moment all the magic in the world

seems to be real and as true as that treasure

cove out in the deep vast mind of any child

who sees the world with open eyes that tell them

 all they need to know in this life filled with shades

 of gray and voids of passion and interest in the

simple pleasures we all used to be familiar with.

Playing with imaginary creatures hiding in that

lush field and running as if life itself depends on it

we find the cold grip of the once beautiful world

grasping magic by the throat and strangling it

till all the love felt in those days has drifted off

and found root in a desert with the other old stuffed

animals and makeshift forts that seemed to disappear.

Spinning around and clicking heels together in

one last attempt to return to days of enchantment

in a world that has slowly killed the one thing that

makes happiness feel more real and more intense

than growing older and wiser ever could can never be

redeemed after one has forgotten the magic and has

turned away from the childlike ways of imagination.