Back to dreaming
About the places we wanted to materialize.
Back to living and suffering that first loss.
Wanting to return
Back to living and suffering that first loss.
Wanting to return
And get back those simple things
That once made the difference
Between the child we are now
And the one we used to be.___________________________
11 comments:
Very touching.
Watching my daughter mature, as nature programmed her to, I am a bit sad at the things she is leaving behind, those gauze curtains of childhood things left behind. But what ya gonna do?? They grow up. And away.
A beautiful poem.
xo
smiles. i wish we held onto those childhoods...so much fun and innocense...
Some fun, of course, but I had no innocence to lose. In fact I do have memories, but NEVER would wish to go back there (and die all over--again!)
Sweet image, and actually, sweet words, also.
Either way--happier then, or now, there is still over it all--wishes for PEACE!
Very good. This says it very well. If we could only live in past dreams.
what is so amazing is the time that has passed between the child and the now grown-up, in memory, feels like yesterday... nice write!
wishing on rainbows and dreaming into blue skies. Childhood. Yes.
Magic magic stuff.
Great poem :)
We truly are always children, and the younger child in us was always more special..... very well put i think.... I hold on to my childhood for that reason. Some of my own poetry focuses on memories of it. Your line about suffering that first loss stabbed into me. As I'm sure it must have you too. Very nice poem.....
Es que en las cosas simples se encuentra al belleza ;)
Un beso.
*sigh* missing makes the loss so real; that ache there still. If we could only go back and make it all good, dear Dulce. Moving on and letting go is hard to do
Memories of promises to ourselves, we didn't keep, the inner innocence, that's forever locked inside us... Short, sweet, deep write Dulce...
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