Entangled strings of innocence hold fast
to once beribboned, naive yesterdays,
when silver moonbeams bathed in purple haze
and starlight held enchantment in their cast.
Though tears may dim the moments from the past,
to kindling, melancholy tinder strays;
intrinsic trails to blaze from newborn rays
invoking joyful memories to last.
Horizons, rich with fallow earth, await
the severed bindings of retrospection,
thus granting the unlock of future's gate.
The birthing of a new season begun,
as beckoning adventures conjugate...
and sullen shadows fade beneath the sun.
© Ravenne