The Land of Wonder

 The Mystery

     rekindled

       memories

of another time,

    another place,

       so long ago,

playing barefoot,

    bare chested,

        running free,

on the dirt, 

    in the air,

      land of wonder.  

The new land,

    not long ago,

       different,

restrictive leather,

    binding buttons,

       always going,

in a hurry,

    to somewhere

       wandering,

like a soul

   lost and alone,

      empty of wonder.

Ahead the light

   beckons

     a return

to the time 

   of simply being

      one created,

a part of all

   that now is

     and will be,

a child of light

   seeing once again

      the land of wonder.