Tooty fruity dreams.
candy floss wants.
Hiding and seeking
with a feeling
of wonder.
Believing with the
transparency of the
heart.
No bounds for the
hope, hope remained
free of shackles.
Scribbling on the sand,
flying kites,
and watching, as with them,
our delights soared high.
Forgetting the hurt in a
blink of the eye.
and keeping in mind
the joy of a hug,
and the bliss in a
smile.
Not doubting for a moment
the marvel, the magic,
told in tales of
the fairies.
Absorbed in innocence,
accepting the subsistence
of Santa, and his Rudolf,
with a nose like cherry.
The wonder of being
a kid, with the wonder
and the belief in
magic, in a heart that
is innocent.
I look around me now,
and find that the
scepticism has invaded
me, the wonder has
died, and the magic
is absent.
I sigh, and look behind
my shoulder, gazing
at the childhood that
seems afar.
And I wonder,
why, to my childhood, I said
goodbye, and not
Au Revoir.
