Fantasy Lost

I dreamed of children soaring
to isles beyond the blue...
but the dust of fairies faltered
once they’d aged a year or two.

Sweet pixies used to sparkle
and flit a merry dance...
until love’s cool rejection
rained a mire upon romance.

Unicorns often galloped
through meadows of my mind...
their twisted horns were bloodied
when I left boyhood behind.

My playmates once took pleasure
in simple jest and sport...
now, "play" means a casino
or an overpriced resort.

Bright eyes reflected wonder,
adventure, friendship, fun...
then, lust and greed and boredom
rose like tow’rs to block the sun.

Remembering the treasure
we gathered without cost...
I long to flee and vanish,
following that which was lost.


MNA  6.3.2015