Gumdrops
by beighartman
Serpentine through mountainsides
Tree laden, sun kissed, and untouched
By nothing short of wonder—
The deafening call of silence,
And we heard it loud and clear.
Hidden somewhere among
The madness, the blind, and the wide eyed
They were waiting to awake,
And teeming with life unseen.
To trundle over landscapes,
Rock ridges, and magical doors—
But here, the key,
Imagination.
There are still dirt driveways
In our fairy tale,
Building bridges to animals,
Ogres and angels.
Toward eternity we tried to outrun the night,
Racing on with unsaddled steeds,
Hoping day would never end—
Like a child who believes
The whole world stops and waits for her
When she shuts her eyes.
