Foreign World

Foreign World

One of my first autobiographical pieces.

My childhood seed
has finally bloomed
amid the tangled brambles of a forest
confused
by distorted shadows
and I struggle to push back
this oppressive canopy.
Here I stand on the banks
of a world that was once so beautiful.
In this frenzy of growing up
I had almost forgotten the untroubled sleep
of innocent dreams
and those moments laced with magic
only children are divine enough to recognize.
For a moment
I can only stand in the silence
and breathe the fragrant bliss
of absolute stillness.
For a moment
I know that the world I remember
was never really as magical
as wonderful
as I had once believed.
It was only the projection of naïveté
and make believe
but there
upon the horizon
I saw such a world
so far beyond my reach.
The burdens of age were forgotten
and fell away
and, for a moment
I was a child
again.

Foreign World belongs to the following groups:

Live, Love, Dream and Spiritual Art