Lightening In a Bottle

Run, jump and frolic with childhood abandonment,
Grab down, that dusty old mason jar, recapture
The lightening in the bottle, of yesteryear’s remembrance.
Refresh one's youthful heart, in the memories evergreen
Pastures called imagination.
In the meadows of human thought, all remain young,
Release thy inner spiritual being, race the wind,
Feel it's liberation, brushing against your face once more.
Time stands still here, within this field of dreams,
The eye of the hurricane is set aside,
 Within this lulling of the life's stormy seas,
Reality ceases to exist, in this fairytale never land.
Shed every layers aged texture, be as one reborn,
A kindred reflection of the child of innocence, lying
Within thy inner self.
Relive pleasure's laughter from long ago, when troubles
Were unknown, only glee and happiness lived in our
Realm of true joy.
Let the pain of heartache float away, as bubbles drifting
From the palm of your hands, than popping
 Unto air's nothingness.
Come recapture the lightening within the bottle,
Chasing those glowing ageless memories, and relive
A lighter time in your life, infuse one's youth again,
Entrap that fragile spark, in a glass mason jar,
A delicate tinder box, flickering within all of us,
Whom wish to stay forever young.
Shatter that thin pain between these worlds,
Keep the youthful fire burning, let it shine through,
In all it's brilliance to touch all those surrounding thee,
Enlightening every heart around you, embracing them
And enriching their lives.
Oh what harmonious music lies in  a child's laughter,
So free, so liberated, without cares restrictions,
Look into the beautiful eyes of the kindred, and remember.
A time when one chased the fireflies, in a timeless meadow 
Of thought, run, jump and frolic with childhood abandonment,
Once more, and feel alive reborn.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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May 5, 2014 at 12:53 AM
This made me feel very nostalgic. it also made me come to terms with certain realizations I had when I was younger. There will be times when the soul will crave renaissance and it's a very glorious one each time it is fulfilled.
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April 19, 2014 at 5:18 AM
Excellent presentation of the idea of the freedom of youth..I remember a time or two catching fireflies..I really think that it was something invented at sometime by a parent whose child was about to run them stark insane with their incessant questions and come play with me then passed down through generation after generation..Enjoyed every line of your work..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara
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April 18, 2014 at 10:43 PM
A beautiful story!!! :
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