Fanciful Thoughts
Is it our age or present circumstances
that see childlike eyes grow dim
or is it living within our reality years
that lend whimsical thoughts so slim
If one could ride the notes in play
through a child’s imagination
One could laugh and dance anew
around each magical creation
Into the cosmos we could fly
gliding on winged compositions
On breathless notes of whimsy chance
exploring without constrictions
If one could row a boat through time
back into their youthful days
and reunite with that childlike wonder
it’s here I think we’d stay
©Debra Squyres 2014
Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2014
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