Ember Embrace Of Innocence

A beloved dream once held secure,
nestled within a gentle heart, oh so pure,
of childish hopes and silly things,
stirring the imagination as it take up wings,
rising in flight upon a cloud of pixie dust,
to reach the heavens upon a strong windy gust.

Ethereal,
Imperial,
Essentially divine,
Mythical,
Magical,
in eternal design.

Dissolving away upon a stone altar,
as youth recedes and begins to falter,
begetting a mind of truth, logic and reason,
to bring forth the heart of a life in new season,
older, wiser, and pure no more,
lacking the ability to rise upon wings and soar.

Grounded in deepest introspection,
seeking the dream of purest reflection,
of simpler times and innocent things,
when magic and mystery inspired the heart to sing.

And within the ashes, upon an altar laid bare,
sewn deep within the heart of blackened soot with care,
burns brightly the embers of a dream once held dear,
simmering with hope to ebb away the fear.

And from ashes to embers, and embers to flame,
youthful inspiration bursts forth, wild and untamed,
to push back the veil upon the veins of the heart,
and return to innocence, the place where we all start.

So seek those dreams once lost and forlorn,
to fill up the hole in the heart that is torn,
between truthful logic and innocence's face,
to lay nestled warmly in ember's embrace.