Past Reflections of Now.

The young boy happy and contented in life Sheltered from the real evils of man Lost in his room with the treasures of adventure Unbridled dreams tapestry serene summer days Purity of youth’s innocence in soft blue eyes This happy child lost in pages upon his bed Never paying life a second thought The realization that someday he would pass on Oh, to be invincible again if only for a moment… Years flitter by on the winds as they always have Struggle reared up its eyes all to often The imagination boy of unsullied venture Began the transforming journey into the world The crisp blue eyes of photographed youth Now a hard gray reflecting scars of strife The insatiable ardor for living in the moment Becomes the bittersweet flavor of years gone by Under the flushing candle his sword now a pen He writes of looking in the mirror of whetted eyes Wishing what he believed then, he could grasp now. Oh, to be invincible again if only for a moment…