last night i lay dreaming of childhood past

in a golden world only a child

as lucky as me

who knew innately that everything is

a part of everything you see

where dandelions seed wishes could be blown

all the way to the moon

and pulling honeysuckle blossom stamens

backward through

would reward you with a drop of sweet

honey on the end of your tongue

BUT i awoke

to tin soldiers marching in rows

poisoning and tromping

no cares in their world

as devastation and sadness

seeped deep into my pores

and reality so madly

came knocking at my door