Wednesday 5 September 2012

Coming Down From Wonderland


We walked as friends and talked of far horizons,
We even laughed at the thought of it all,
You and me, too old to struggle and exist,
Just as we ran beneath the trees to shelter from the rain,
Yet that was in the years to come,
In lands we had not yet visited.
How easy it had been, all of it,
Without a second thought
We shaped the things we held in our hands.
And then that final day, that day of sadness
When the bell tolled and we at last came down from Wonderland,
To have known it all was a joy itself,
But to have lost it so soon, so quickly,
Was undeserved.

1 comment:

  1. Another beautiful poem by you. It remind me a bit of my poem, Zoe - it's on this page: http://lindenavenue.tumblr.com/post/24569707120/issue-one-june-2012

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