Losing Faerie

How very slow seems Childhood,
Yet faerie dreams of dales beneath
Bright stars become too soon o’er whelmed
By daily thoughts mundane and practical.
The secret and the special become other loves,
So from us seeps the magic, as starlight fades
Before the sun’s harsh blaze of adult days.

Some never see the door, the gate or style from which beckons the pixie, goblin or princess.
And those that do must always fight to keep the sight and know the way,
So soon lost amidst a world full made with cares and chaos
Clamouring to fill the hours and the soul.