Of Pain and Ecstasy: Collected Poems

 

Sonnet: Ode to Innocence

Oh half-remembered, fleeting, happy time,
When nothing mattered more than love and play,
Imagination was then in its prime,
And life began anew with every day.
A flower was then a joy, a mystery,
And not a petal, root and simple stem,
And life was full of wondrous fantasy,
Untainted by the intellect of man.That time is gone now; it cannot return,
The fruit’s been swallowed; its slow poison kills,
And yet my fallen heart will always yearn,
For that ephemeral time of unknown skills.Oh false god, knowledge, you daily destroy,
All that was holy in me as a boy!

(C) Victor D. Lopez 1977, 2011, 2017

A reading of this and several other sonnets from my Of Pain and Ecstasy collection is available at YouTube here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrGahdFd9Fs.

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