Wednesday, August 19, 2009

When I was six

Paper planes and puddles
Tiny tents and huddles
Colorful butterflies
Syrup on cold ice.

Toy cars and dolls,
Marshmallow stalls,
A blooming bud
A splash in the mud.

Candy and cake,
A quiet lake,
Rainbow in the sky
Heaven in my eye.

Stars in the night,
Silvery light,
A bed-time tale
And dreams that entail.

When I was six,
I lived
And now I exist
I only exist.
When I was six
I believed
In beauty and bliss
When I was six...

8 comments:

Brosreview said...

I loved this one for its simplicity! It's not raw, but it is still quite old-school. Keep up the good work!

BloggerMouth said...

Thanks Bros, means a lot coming from you :)

RachelW said...

If only life would stay so simple and delightful!

BloggerMouth said...

I believe it can be if we dare to be that innocent and look at everything in life with the same curiosity that a 4 year old would have when s/he sees a butterfly for the first time.

Elithraniel Arawion said...

u know u can write no? you know no? ok u know... tata

BloggerMouth said...

Lol I like to think I do, Elith :) Thanks

findingmywingsinlife said...

You made me a bit wistful with this one! I've always thought that we should each strive to maintain a little of our innocence, no matter how old we get to be.

The Blue Periwinkle said...

ah...good ol' days! :)