Memories of the child in me, the poem

In enchanted lonely walks l recall,

Sight :colours in kaleidoscope

Sound: indistinct but familiar.

Nostalgic childhood moments assault.

When I was a child

In thought

And in everything else

The child who now is a distant glimmer in me.

As my brown eyes  follow the journey

Of green lush vines on a brown musty wall

I smile as memories cling.

The sweet scent of a green lawn

And its lasting cold caress

On my neck,

On my arms

And on my belly.

Days spent staring at the blue

Of endless possibilities

In the silent

But not so silent garden.

The Silence and the blue sky,

Silence and blue sky,

My only companion,

My only friend.

Days spent in hushed monologues.

Paces in unending dreams,

Creations deep within

Of newborn hopes

And ideals.

Swelling in neo consciousness.

In momentary Hazy afterthoughts

Of dragonflies,

The  familiar wooden,

Creaky,

Rotting bridge

And the Clear flowing water

Under it.

In enchanted lonely walks l recall

Sight :colours in kaleidoscope

Sound: indistinct but familiar

Lovely enchanted walks.

The rustle and creak

Of tall dry brown grass

on an over tread path.

Deep within mazes of gullibility,

Unheard of fantasies

Filled with  insatiable dreams.

Days Deep within hallucinations of never land

And mysteries of forbidden kingdoms.

Princes and pirates,

Castles and magic,

Fairies and goblins.

In nothingness I grew,

In solitude I became me.

Inside the barricade of a musty wall,

In an enclosed mini Eden

Of green and  brown,

Immersed in the Smell of newly cut grass

And a porch overlooking into my Eden

Is where my love will grow

And my memories will linger

Of the sweet child

Who believed in nothing 

But in everything.

© Barbra-Breeze Anderson