Enchanted Days...

Browsing old pictures...

Pictures from an autumn about ten years ago.

Wondering at how strange,

distant,

it feels.

Like, perhaps, I dreamt those years

and days

of enchantment.

Days of beautiful princesses,

great heroes,

happy endings.

Days when I could live the life

of a dreamer

and truly

believe

those dreams would

come true.

Days of tree-climbing.

Laughing too loudly for

too long for

no reason.

Innocent eyes of wonder.

Knowing who I am,

what I wanted,

and not

worrying.

Dirt-smudged days.

I don't remember summer ever being

too hot

or winter

too cold

in those magical years.

The priceless gift in my hands.

Accepting without a thought,

the blissful

present of time.

Writer.

Princess.

Adventurer.

Poet.

Student.

Leaf-catcher.

Tree-climber.

Puddle-jumper.

Dreamer.

Crazy and incredible.

Those enchanted days.

Thank you, God!

For a childhood of

innocence and wonder,

beauty and adventure,

love and faith.

Give me the trust to keep dreaming.

To keep living in the beauty You provide.

So that, when I am

wrinkled with the

decades,

I may look back on my whole life and see the

crazy and incredible

life I have been

given.

The priceless gift in my hands.