Poetry

Celestial

Reflections on my past life,
Like yearning for an old friend,
The knowledge that every experience,
Must one day come to end.

Blowing on magic fairy dust,
Glitter in my hair,
While I wished on every tiny star,
And lived without a care.

A flutter of my magic wings,
And I was flying high,
To soar among the heavens,
In the celestial sky.

When the world was free from evil,
And my reason knew no more,
All people filled with virtue,
My world knew not of war.

But children someday realise,
There's really no defence,
To protect a young and fragile heart,
From the loss of innocence.