As silhouettes everyone wants us
to come out from hiding
They want us to grow
in bridles of light
leaving our shadows
If they could see
the one’s who’ve fallen apart
have forgotten their shadows
and forever look for things
they can’t find
When I close my eyes
I’m the lucky one
I’m youth, I’m joy
What more could there be
My last childhood
was charmed with pixie dust
a lamp burning hand-puppets
on the walls
They were all skipping about
If only I had wished harder
when I felt I could fly
It rarely happens
that I really see myself
An inner-voice pushes me
to invoke Never Never Land
but the magic is thinning
growing old
To die will be a big adventure
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from my seventh manuscript collection
©dah / dahlusion 2016 all rights reserved
"To Say Goodbye Means
Forgetting" was first published
in 'A New Ulster' (Ireland)
NOTE:
This poem is from
my manuscript-in-progress 'The Fairy Tales'
which alludes to
fairy tales or fantasies while keeping the poems
introspective with self-ruminations,
self-reflections and self-doubt.
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