Lost Magic
The world
Tries to show us wonder.
Lighting rooftops
With the sun.
Screaming
Through the thunder
That our life
Has just begun.
As I gaze
Across a landscape
Of forgotten thrills.
My mind
Shows stills.
Of a child.
My goblet
Bubbles and spills
Of joy so wild.
Before the shine
Was dulled.
And the animal was culled
Inside of me.
That once walked free
On treetops
With icepops
Of colours cool.
The golden rule.
Where painted
Became tainted.
Merely,
Yearly
By that bloodsucker
Of age.
The bouquet
On the stage
Where smiles once
Shone.
In memory
Of innocent songs
And daisy chains
Now gone.
Only if
I stand on my roof
Can I rescue some proof.
In the distance
Glows infant hearts.
It's tragic.
Despite resistance
Lost magic
Departs.
poem by Kevin East
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