Poem: Dreams of Childhood

In twilight hours, soft and deep,
I wander back through fields of sleep,
Where golden days forever gleam—
The land of every childhood dream.

A paper kite in skies so wide,
A wooden sword, a pirate’s pride,
Treehouse forts with secret codes,
And winding trails to dreams untold.

I chased the stars with open eyes,
Believed in dragons, spoke to skies,
The moon was close, the world was near,
And every whisper held no fear.

A blanket fort became a throne,
Each shadowed path, a world unknown,
The sandbox kingdoms, ruled with glee,
Where time was lost—and I was free.

Now grown and shaped by winds and years,
With wiser thoughts, and tempered fears,
Still sometimes, when the dusk is low,
I see the child I used to know.

He smiles and runs through fields of light,
Where dreams still shimmer in the night,
And whispers, “Come, let’s chase the gleams—
The world still waits for childhood dreams.”