Finding the child inside...

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Childlight
Robert Montgomery


time in the sun
laughter sprinkled
along my forgotten
fantasy
so long
distant
childhood echoes
dusty in the afternoon
haze.

so much magic
in that remembered
illusion
haunting in its
complex simplicity
just out of focus
somewhere beyond
my reach.

I can see
there through it all
with me
on that playground
long ago
that boy
so knowing
and yet
so very afraid...

I can feel
there
that familiar
arm
always
about my shoulders
touching my soul
when I felt
so very alone...

Where is he
that boy
who knew so much
who felt
so deeply
who suffered
the pain
of so many
confused angels?

Here he sits
smiling from deep
inside me
filling me up
with the wisdom
of an innocent
ripped open
by the world's
suffocating
denial.

His eyes
look out and see
confused
angels
mighty
regal
in their
pure
focused
passion.

I see
the angels
every day
in the war
etched faces
of the prematurely
mature
children
I am so blessed
to know.