Once,
When I was young.
I would summon sunsets
And tame stars to adorn
My little sister's room.
Colors up my sleeve.
I believed in a life,
That's etched in crayons.
Once,
When I was young.
I would make boats
With papers to
Chase the rain.
Dreams could fit in
Chocolate wrappers.
Expectations in
Glittery marbles.
Nights were for
Good goody sleep.
Evenings for the
Cool breeze.
Morning tea to
Shake the mind
Freeze.
A free desire within
That would aways
Tease.
Everything wasn't
Planned and neat.
Complaining,
We didn't sag like
Dead meat.
Roads were great,
Trees were free.
Looking at us
Even birds did glee.
Once,
When I was young.
Moon followed me
Wherever I would go.
Grandpa lived in the
Sky, as mom claimed.
Venus was just
A good friend.
Peeing wasn't shamed.
And dreams weren't
Confined in names.
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