Poem #279

I am ready to take your hand and let you 
take me back through time and space. 
Bring my tired soul to a time when 
ice cream and candy was enough to be happy. 

Take me back to a time when there was 
enough energy in my body to run for hours, 
climb trees and catch fireflies. 
Take me back to a time when I had the creativity 
to come up with scenarios about being a fairy. 

Show me my time of innocence, let me live through it again. 
Holding hands, sparks fly, I feel weightless and eternal. 
I guess reality traveled with us through space and time 
because it did hurt seeing that my time of innocence 
was when I wasn’t even big enough to make my first steps.