I long to pull back
the pale skin *****,
to release that
deep world
woven in
my imagination,

but the voices I heard
of the heartbroken
and disturbed
pierce the veil
and permeate
the place where
my dreams dwell.
Till, all hopes
and playful notions
become adult nightmares.

I long to
achoo
and spew
silliness,

but seriousness
is silence to
that heartbeat
that taps out
daydreams,
erasing the
treasure maps
that lead us back
to free form fun.

I long to
inspire you
to play as I use to,
but in truth
I forgot how
to do what I
ask of you.