I used to live in a land
In which dreams were but a whisper away
A fantastic world of beginnings
Where innocence went out to play.
A canvas untouched by the darkness
Where colors were named by the light
A garden of infinite beauty
That bent to the artist's delight.
A page of unyielding adventure
Where heroes were made of mere men
A place of such pure innovation
That flowed from the tip of a pen.
A symphony of majestic melodies
That bade me to move and to love
Where harmony dwelt with creation
And danced upon clouds up above
Now my dreams are another year older
And my vision has dimmed to be sure
The colors are drowning in sorrow
The battle has lost its allure.
The music has faded to silence
My heart beats with its rhythm no more
Afraid to move in the darkness
Fearing what life has in store.
Return me to that place I plead
Where dreams are but a whisper away
That fantastic world of beginnings
Where innocence goes out to play.
Then the man and his wife heard the sound of the Lord God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and they hid from the Lord God among the trees of the garden. But the LORD God called to the man, "Where are you?" (Genesis 3:8-9)
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Pretty deep stuff for this not a morning person...my thoughts go in several directions but with my kids now "adults", though it is still hard to think of them that way, I find myself mourning the days of their innocence. The days when they were Bella's age, when they were in elementary school and were still willing to not only listen but abide by Mom and Dad's words/advice.
Even beyond that...mourning the days when having manners was not considered uncool but expected...you could ride your bike or walk (and actually did) to your friend's house down the road and not have to worry about not making it back home...when our nation did indeed "In God We Trust"!! Like I said many directions, and maybe that is not where you were going with this...but I will stop with that.
Hey Brenda! Thanks for the comment. The poem really has dual meaning. First, that we are all a product of "the fall." When I watch Bella each day, I also mourn the days when I was her age, the days of reckless abandon and absolute faith. The days of pure curiosity when everything was an adventure. But, I am inspired by Bella each day to return to that place of innocence (which is the second meaning)...To a place of "childlike faith."
Thanks again for your thoughts.
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