Feeling Poetic Again....

Dreams and Memories (Adults and Children) 12/20/08

Little child, little one, where have you gone in your dreams?
Did you color the wind or summit a mountian-
What are your grandest schemes?

The innocence of childhood is a wonderful splendor of illusion
Specifically locked into the memories of each person’s recollection
Giving rise the phrases such as “way back when…” and “In the good ol’ days”
Memory can color something pink like a rosebush and erase the sensation of thorns
Helping us look back, drawing on the days gone by, feeding like a thread of sugar
The dreams we hold for each other in the future.

My childhood illusion was grand and awsome
Like deep earthy smells like moccasins on black loam soil
Wonderfully drawn together with sunrises sunsets and all the colors between
Sticks and stones and walking paths and lilac bushes with perfection
When transferred from reality to dreamland world of memory…
Treasures in the black dirt of home and the tall trees in the wood

And I am now grown. There is little child in me that can be seen
But my own little ones come to me with dreams of what they saw yesterday
My yesterday, years ago, theirs, hours ago and almost right now upon us
They run and play a part outside to chase it again and create more!
More memories! More games and toys and stories! The next dreamIs at this very moment being dreamed in their fresh hearts.