I read again what I had wrote
Years ago
Then a darkness dwelt
In my soul
Yet the naivity still
came through
I lived in a magic circle then

I searched for answers
With my pen
And let my mind wander
The recesses of my soul
And the poetry flowed
Like a star almost shining
In it's infancy

Swift and sweet
They floated like prayers
Of a youth disheartened
Dreams shattered
In shinning crystals
Some bronze a few scattered silver
But nothing gold

Not yet