#childhoodmagic
Existing in a spinning circle
Of washed up wanted dreams
Living in this surreal of awful
As nightmares exhale primal screams
Ripping up the wasted minutes
Like trash discarded in the bin
Barely glimpsed, as the door shuts
Moments of what could have been
Life becomes a faded hue
In this dazzling world of wonder
You search for what you once knew
Before infant dreams were torn asunder
But enchanted ever afters
Live only in childhood play
They dissolve in children’s laughter
As age slowly melts the magic away
But I want to find the magic spell to say
Which will bring the enchantments back
So I can believe, before I’m old and grey
That ever afters can be a happy fact
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 12:05 PM UTC
A DANCE OF INNOCENCE AND ADVENTURE
By Paul Baldry
ECHOES OF CHILDHOOD
Underneath the orchard tree, echoes of playful boys,
Innocence twirls, jests soar, tease the girls they will.
Within their hearts, full of naughtiness they be,
Their giggles, their delight—then we say, they’re just boys.
Beneath the moon’s glow, whispers of adventurous boys,
In their games, pranks fly, chase the girls they will.
In their souls, love—hidden behind playfulness it be,
Their chuckles and boisterous deeds—they’re just boys.
In the park around swings, giggles of playful girls,
With laughter teasing the boys, then away they skip,
Creating a world of joyous and magical memories and
Under the warm sun, majestically they prance and dance.
Beneath the moon’s glow, whispers of adventurous girls,
In their soul, love hidden playfully—away they skip,
Creating a majestic world of dreamy imagination and
Under the moonlight, the boys and girls gracefully dance.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 5:03 AM UTC