Those days of old

lingering, dreaming

Under that tree that weeped

my soul never sold

 

The wagon I fed

full of smiling apples

Shined for hope and perfection

as happy, as they were red

 

The heydays

a time of unpurposeful frolic

But always within me

a dance and one-act plays

 

Dusk at the river

so mysteriously quiet

Except for the buzzing of twilight flies

as I take on evening’s shiver

 

The flowers and trees

all seemed to agree with me

Singing and carefree

colourful with my grass-stained knees

 

I couldn’t decide between the mystical stars

or the orange rise of the sun

Everything was merciful

there were no lingering scars

 

Time was timeless

The clock ticking, never ominous

I was loved and loving

Never a day was rhymeless

 

The cows and horses

and the choo of the train

Speaking to me in a way

to give me a princely course

 

I played in the hay with my wishes

No needles in my way

Reading of a pirate’s lore

and mythical giant fishes

 

The red gables of home

so bright and confident

Could I forever be the same?

as my dreams began to roam