The Magic

Once upon a time,

I dreamed of cities in the clouds,

And castles by the sea.

Brooks bubbled with naiad mirth,

Dryads ensouled each tree.

But now I'm grown,

My days too full,

Of solid, earthbound care

To dance with pixies in the woods -

Fluttering, sparkling in the air.

And yet, at times, my child's eyes,

Ignite with mysterious glee.

The shadow of that magic spark,

Brings me to my knees.

It strikes my soul, the veil is rent,

I am born anew,

With wide and wondering eyes;

I revel in the things I knew,

Once upon a time.