Poetry: Reverie

it started on a warm day’s dawn, when light like fire walked the halls
flickering across the boards scarred by the passing of our youth
cast through windows thick with grime set into crayon-colored walls
exposing in a golden hue plain drawings some would call uncouth

it started at the sullen tolls of the church bells down the street
a nonexistent song that caught my ears and flipped a heavy switch
jumpstarting a conveyor belt built of dreams that once were sweet
but now are only gray reminders that no thoughts would dare enrich

it started when my shoe put weight on that middle, creaky stair
and the shriek of worn old wood reminded me of epic battles
fought with sticks and stones we carried like the saintliest of wares
while we pretended we were worlds away from zealous prattle

it started when my fingers brushed the burnished copper handle
of the door to your old room, left to suffer time’s cold wrath
and a push revealed a childhood snuffed out like a candle
heavy dust a shroud to mark the absence of your joyful laugh

it started when I finally sat in a weathered chair a foot too small
and withdrew from my pocket a gleaming star of precious metal
whose sun-kissed sparkles spoke of deeds to which brave men are called
but whose true meaning is a curse that only devils peddle

it ended in that lonely room, forgotten by a million faces
a long goodbye I spoke to silence as a new sun rose in penance
an incandescent reverie, bright as darkness, loud as space
a wish I could rewind the world to a gilded age of innocence

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