Of Past Wonder and Present Woe

Where have the days gone?

Dearest Sara,

There was a time when we built worlds in our imaginations,  A time when the floor was lava  and the islands were mysteriously shaped like couches. There was a time when the world was wonder and color and nothing needed to make sense because everything somehow did. There was a time when the sun shone and the shadows were playmates, dancing along to the dance of our day. Now they are monsters, Clingy reminders of the brightness that bore them.

There was a time when the music was clearer,  The notes sharper The guitar oh-so-soulful And the violins tugged at our heartstrings There was a time before it became noise, Before it was a cacophony, A practice in auditory chaos. Before the cymbals clanged loud enough to make us deaf And the voices of the choir turned from song to scream

There was a time when we danced, And the music sang to our souls. Our feet kissed the floor passionately only to take off to the next step, leaving the ground with desire for the next one. A time before it became drudgery, And the movement a chore, And the kisses turned to unenthusiastic hugs As we fell to the ground in despondency.

There was a time when we laughed And saw the humour in the world. And loved it for all it was, all it is and all it could be. Our guffaws would fill the wind  And the trees would laugh along. A time before they turned into snickers,  Born from hurtful grins. A time before wit turned into remarks of the biting kind, A time before irony was used to bash heads in, A time before sarcasm was wielded as a wordful weapon.

Perhaps there will come a time when the sun shines brighter,  When the music plays again,  When the dance starts again,  When the floor is lava once more, And the islands that we have become, turn into couches, And we can sit back and watch the world.

Yours Always, Lawrence

#Dystopia #Hope #Poetry