faith in fairy tales

@Uootem

this constant writing has become
an articulated manifesto of the poet
his aim to thus disclose a truth,
to thus make dreaming fulfilled or so futile;
for from its inspiration comes forth
a separation of adolescent aim
and the starkness of adulthood reality.

his writing fills the parchment
with ink stains, tears and hopes
held by the memory of a young boy
grown too old with the passing of time
to believe in fairy tales anymore;
but he can not forget the moments spent
even if make-believe is such an un-reality.

the yearning for the renewal of her love
still burns within his soul; scorching his heart
but the sweltering blaze of an old flame
does not with compassion so much truth reveal
nor does such truth abate his time worn belief
that their tale be more than just a fantasy.

sitting now where truths be fancied obvious
a bit of sadness in his eyes so lays and spills from his pen
it is apparent to witness he'd believed such tales.
wayward or not, should he reveal or refrain
and let what came to be, finally find its way into admission
or make evident the existence of such weary dreams?

for what did come, will come so hence realized someday
that what bounds of truth to such will hold no claim,
but until this moment when he can face life's facts
and then no longer hold on to the aspiring towards
his thoughts will continue their un-daunting return to the past
to the memories of lost love, and his faith in fairy tales.