From the MORNING STAR

“Remember when you were young?”

It’s calling to you...stop for a moment, open your heart, listen, can you hear it?
 
“Remember when you were young?”
 
How the world was a wonder full place filled with imagination and mystery. Where nothing that could be imagined couldn’t exist, and often did. 
Where summers lasted for years, warm and golden, but with a heat that was never tired, or tiring.
And the nights...never lonely, just filled with dreams to fire desire, with lists of things to do tomorrow, as if the days were never full enough already.
 
“Remember when you were young?”
 
And then, slowly at first, you grew up, and the world became a darker, colder place.
The shadows you once caught out of the corner of your eye grew to cloud your vision.
The dreams still came, but no longer to be embraced, now just a burden, on a life ever complicated more and more by living.
Caught up in a time, where time seems ever shorter, ever faster, ever more precious.
 
“Remember when you were young?”
 
How the memory falls further away now.
Fading like a dream, as reality becomes the illusion given to you by others, replacing the hopes you once held so close, now scattered to the wind.
And yet, every so often, without warning, captured within a scent on a breeze, you catch the moment, and hold it close to your soul, because you know that whatever they tell you, the truth which is yours is still there.
 
“Remember when you were young?”
 
Why did it ever come to this…why did you ever allow it to happen, where did all the possibilities go, what once was fertile now overgrown with weeds, planted like a disease in the mind.
Your hope and strength, a castle in the midst of briars, waiting to be released, with a kiss, set free once more, with musical passion and whimsy, fluttering unfettered, borne like spores upon honeyed summer air, distilled from solar wine. Carried to who knows where or when.
 
“Remember when you were young?”
 
You still are.
And here’s the real truth. You will always be, it’s always there within you, it’ll always be there within you.
For a truth can only ever be hidden or lost, it can never be destroyed, for that is its nature.
It waits, sometimes forever, twinkling as a star in the night, out of time, out of reach, but then falling to earth, like ripe fruit from a tree.
 
“Remember when you were young?”
 
The dream never died.
Or, went away.
You merely forgot how to dream it.
Now it waits, out of the corner of your eye, to be born anew…
For to everything, there is a season.
 
“Remember, when you were young!”
 
Remember.

 

 ©Ellen Pepper 2025