To Say Goodbye Means Forgetting
As silhouettes everyone wants us
to come out from hiding
They want us to grow
in bridles of light
while leaving our shadows behind
If they could only see that
the one’s who have
forgotten their shadows
have fallen apart
and forever look for things
they can’t find
When I close my eyes
I’m the lucky one
I’m youthful, I’m joyful
What more could there be
My last childhood
was charmed with pixie dust
a lamp burning hand-puppets
on the walls
They were all skipping about
If only I had wished harder
when I felt I could fly
It rarely happens
that I really see myself
An inner-voice pushes me
to invoke Never Land
but the magic is thinning
growing old
To die will be a big adventure
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from my unpublished manuscript:
Waking Love With A Kiss: Fairy Tales and Fantasies
©dah / dahlusion 2017 all rights reserved
TSGMF was first published in A New Ulster (Ireland)
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