Sunbeams
Sunbeams
Like gleaming gold dust floating in still air,
sparkling sunbeams silently stream through bare,
neglected, aging, cracked unpainted walls
that from my childhood, I can so very vividly recall.
In delightful uninhibited childish glee,
I try to grab hold of these lucid illusions persistently.
But these artful dodgers expertly evade my eager grasps,
like frightened fireflies they swiftly glide away from my obvious trap.
For now, that’s okay though,
because in my daydreams I know
that one day when I'm all grown up,
I’ll magically capture them and fill my fairy cup.
Date: 7/27/2014
Copyright © Kika Ayala | Year Posted 2014
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