There is a child that lives inside of me,
a child who runs and plays in fields of fantasy.
In her eyes the pixie dust sparkles as fairies
she chases merrily.
Taking her hand as she closes her eyes
they give her wings so that she can be free.
Across time, across space, crossing all boundaries
she flies seeing the things that only they can see
Druid stones she sees lying broken,
perhaps meant to always be a mystery
Arthur and Guinevere, Lancelot,
The Knights of the Realm, Merlin, Morgana,
a tale of romance and sorcery.
Mythical Gods and Goddesses
holding mankind's fate in their hands
as they play games of power and jealousy.
She flies across the sky to shores so green,
where fairies and leprechauns hide in secrecy from man's greed.
As her flight returns her to the fields of fantasy
she knows now what gift they gave her
when they granted her wings temporarily.
They showed her mystery, romance,
sorcery, jealousy and greed and man's misery.
They showed her how precious a child's fantasies can be filled with innocence and purity
I know now that forever
I must cling to the Child Inside of Me.
Written by Psyche-_-
July 20, 2000
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