she used to think
that she can reach
all the stars in the sky
that her fingertips
can tell the greatest of stories
that she can weave magic
with her mind

she used to imagine
a world of fairies and cotton candy
and sad stories
where heroes die and sacrifice themselves
where villains live on
long after everybody has fallen
and heroines cry

she used to believe
how magic can live on
long after everybody has gone
how magic can transform
even the most simple things
into the most special
and extraordinary

she used to believe
in the power of dreams
and of love
that it can be
the most magical of all things
and she continued to dream
as she continue her search
for love

suddenly she stopped
believing
imagining
dreaming
as all things slipped from her grasp
yet she continued to live
but she remained cynical
she remained bitter

and now
she never dream

25january2003