Eternity of Youth

The wind is like a breath of the earth,

Making my hair dance like my spirits,

The fragrance of life and solitude …

Soft and tangible as the forgotten dreams of old,

Watching the heavens unfurl above

As I lie upon my bed of grass and moss.

Stumbling across mystical worlds like that of Narnia,

Traversing the wild with no path in mind,

Carving a trail over rocks and across swamps,

Rotting in timeless splendor like the world about us.

Listen to the voices in the air,

Laughter and musing of sprites, nymphs and Fay,

Like the innocence of childhood,

When dreams are but a reality.