Idealism

Oh,to be young again,

Onthe first rung again

Climbingthe ladder of life, 

Filledwith a wonderment,

Honestand innocent,

Nostress, no struggle or strife.

 

Hopeis a fleeting thing,

Hummingbirdon the wing

Flitteringflower to flower,

Knowingwith certainty

Nectarflows wild and free

Waitingfor him to devour.

 

Trustis a grand event,

Gentleand Heaven-sent,

Welcomeand giving in form.

Openfor all to see,

Fraughtwith fragility,

Vulnerableto hurtful harm.

 

Andwhen in the end

We’reback where it begins,

Wheredreams brush horizons of dawn,

Theway becomes clear and

Wewalk without fear knowing

Thisis the place we belong.