Ageless eyes

 

Illuminated in the new light

was the landscape forgotten,

the images stirred by flipping a switch

that had been turned off in the mind so many years ago

when fairy tales died and belief in magic

had been sterilized

like some wound that needed healing.

 

It was the cold shield of maturity

lowered over the brain,

preventing the eyes from seeing fairies and elves

because those were childish notions

not for adult thoughts,

allowing the joy of fantasia’s charms to disappear

with all the enchantment that faded,

spending all the future days slowly dying inside

from the loss of that hope,

which once gave each my heart a fire.

 

Truth visited with its twisted sense of humor

sitting on that park bench

thinking only of bills and work,

before seeing that child playing on the grass

looking so happy while talking about pixies,

who came to me with simple question

what the color of a smile?

 

I was stunned and couldn’t answer

before she said, “it is the one you paint

only by daring to see more than what is there.”

 

As she danced off, singing so merrily

inside my head that awakening happen

for she was at least sixty,

yet so much more alive than me,

by her spellbound sense of staying young

making me understand

how you are never too old

to still let the sun of imagination

make you glow.