Childhood Gone

the world is much darker now
a little more clear, a little more in focus
no more the mists of fantasy
lie heavy and thick upon the ground
the sharpness of the picture cuts my soul
bringing blood to the surface
to taint this pure-white world of mine

fly away, bird
carry in your beak my childhood gone
wings beating against the heavy air
thick with sorrow and tears
fly away

the leaves sway in unison
as the wind tugs at my hair
loosening the strands, loosening my sanity
I gaze back into the realm of nostalgia
there, the stream where once I played
and there, the hollow in which I hid
no more can I return to that fantasy world
jaded my vision, wretched my song

fly away, bird
carry in your beak my childhood gone
wings beating against the heavy air
thick with sorrow and tears
fly away

strung out before my gaze
the undulating ranks of endless grey
I turn to join the mass society
marching in step to the heavy beat
of the drummer, a young boy with infirm eyes
reflecting the pain that swim in mine
and I turn my head aside for one more glimpse
of the way the light plays across the water
laughing and frolicking, the rays of once were

the bodies press closer
forcing me onward
and I sigh, fly away bird
take my memories to the sky
lift your tiny heart
bring the joy to someone new

fly away, bird
carry in your beak my childhood gone
your wings beat against the heavy air
thick with my sorrow and tears

-----by Lia

Back to Lia's Poetry Page

Back to Dave’s Home Page