Silver, dancing visions of knights
Valiant heroes who knew what was right
Skimming fairies, giggling girls
Fair men and fair maidens with shimmering curls
Disowned reality, birthed one anew
Each choice in that world was made solely by you
Ignored the future, forgot the past
Never dreaming that maybe your world wouldn't last
A childish whim with short-lived glee
If only you'd opened your eyes--tried to see
Now here you stand, alone again
Lived so long in fantasy, you never made friends
Sluggish, sick, and sad, the tedium sets in
Was a child's imagination really such a sin?
Nothing here, nothing left, too many broken selves
Just dusty old heroes on dusty old shelves
YOU ARE READING
Of Suns & Stars
PoetryEmpty pages are a thrilling adventure, and while completion is satisfying, the more you write, the less freedom you have in what you write. That is, if you're writing a novel... Poetry has it's own rules--and far less of them, thank goodness. This...
