This place where once this stony throne once held
such dreams that only youthful minds conceive
and where the child within myself once dwelled
with innocence so pure I could believe.
Yet now this debutant sits here again,
no magic nor a love at beckon call,
and wonders where it all begins and ends
like our words in chalk were carefully scrawled.
Though even in the rains they're washed away,
they own a place in time when we were free
and here forever's where my heart will stay
and welcome all of time to share with me.
So I will dwell here longer in my lair;
for all eternity my life prepares.
Nov. 13, 2019
Copyright © craig cornish | Year Posted 2019