Revisiting innocence.

‘Maybe somewhere along life's journey
Everything would fade, and we would part ways
Yet we live in the now
not in tomorrow,
And childish affections serve well in memory.’

.................................................. -Me, 14

I wish I could go back to the time when
Imagination could take flight from
careless words, tossed
...........................into the wind
And tears,
coalesce like morning's dew,
effortlessly,
from the deep wells of
a soul-protecting
Chrysalis.

When the world was not a perilous
Shadow-play of
............black, white and grey,
but a starburst of colour,
.....Made simple
by the warmth of
.............your hand in mine.

Then, the mingling of breaths was good
enough reason for laughter,
and the stagnation of seasons
Mere extensions,
of frolics
under a sky too high
.............................to fall.

...I remember,
The log where we balanced
Adolescence, the first
tentative stirrings of wind
and leaves.

...................My haiku,
of roots like dragon claws,
which in its tenderness,
always remembered to leave us
...........................unscathed

.........leaving me to ponder,
what childish optimism
brought me to embrace all that wonder,
and somehow, knowing its transience,
still manage to
.......................let go?