In the vain fantasy of our youthful days
we acted court jester in simple amusement
to be invincible was an expectation
nothing was too outlandish for reason
because we made the rules as we went along
playing house in our make believe castle
was it a dream
or was it the reality we tried to see
handing us the crooked keys
unlocking the doors of complexity
throwing caution to the winds of chance
that when observing from the watchtowers
the impossible seemed insignificant
like a grain of sand in an hour glass
for there was little that could not be made
to fix the jaded contradictions
preventing all that threatened our optimism
to fall in the backlash of mockery
so that we did not have to face
what we did not wish to know
and as you held my hand
I said growing up was for the weak
and if we just believed
our game of pretend would never have to end
it was our story
our own fable in the making
you played the king and I played the queen
governing our kingdom of make believe
thinking the future was a grand production
a pageantry of the legends we would create
and in these tales of once upon a time
slaying dragons was an easy feat
such a small price for the maiden?s blush
upon the bloody sword of her shining knight
and I loved you as I would a prefect illusion
all you offered was never questioned
and in good fashion you played your part
chivalrous and loyal
without prompting demands and oaths
making the fairy tale complete
as in the pages of the books long since forgotten
yet happily ever after was still only fiction
had we foreseen the fall of our empire
was the game truly as splendid as memory suggests
that in our innocent meanderings
we found ourselves longing for the magic
that would make our reverie substantial
perhaps we should have tried
instead of building our castle in the sky
was youth to blame for our naivete
or were the ideals we shared
lacking the substance of heart and soul
determination can not motivate alone
and you gave up your throne
without ever looking back
but I still remember
when you crowned my head with flowers
and gave me your smile for a sweet kiss
did the toad become a prince
I thought I knew long ago
but the mirror told a lie
when asked if you would love me forever
and on the other side of the looking glass
would our tragedy remain the same
the queen of hearts would have our heads
if she knew the mayhem of this love
and now I?m standing upside down
confused by your mad riddles
in one breath you speak of reason
and in the next there is desire
but these thoughts are not for me
I?m only the shield that protects you from truth
and when the clock strikes twelve
you?ll still be my love
though I may as well disappear
should I laugh
or should I cry
now that the magic has come and gone
It?s no longer easy to believe
that I could chase down every rainbow
or even cross the bridge of mercy bound
and as for the ball I lost in the pond
it was never gold just tarnished brass
it was childish creativity
to think the myth would last
in the silent gardens
of the world you left behind
I?ve grown dizzy
walking in circles should not be this hard
if we loose our balance
we fall down in the ashes of what once was
I don?t suppose we could pretend
that there is one more page to be written
I?m not asking for forever
just until the morning light
Would you
Take this chance one last time
and come to our castle in the sky
A.N. - This angsty little poem was written because of young love. You know what I'm talking about, that first crush that is so intese you think it's love and it will last forever, even knowing it won't because it never does.
Ahhh... This an ode for those bittersweet memories!
), and they were all angsty. *sigh* Aphrodite's gonna be in deep trouble when I get through with her.... :evil: 