Times a-changing

"In the time of ancient Gods, Warlords and Kings"
In the times of lucky necklaces and magic 8 balls
I wore some and shook the others, wishing and hoping,
Crossing fingers, and wanting to wave magic wands.

The hour glass is almost empty, my time's run up
Twenty-five years of innocence that I protected,
That I held close and refused to feel the world.
Now, I'm taken in the whirlwind that is called life.

Change, the dreaded, awful thing has occurred,
On grand scales, making me question everything I know.
I love again, when I didn't think I ever could or would,
I've let go of pain, hate and anger, and I didn't lose myself.

I no longer fear the unknown, I no longer want to know,
People mean more, mean different things, some never change.
Nothing will ever change the firsts or be as powerful as those,
But I find myself looking forward to the seconds and the thirds.

New phases in life, a new kind of independence,
Reliving the past has no more appeal, fresh starts,
Old and new loves, old and new tastes,
The comfort in the familiar and routine is slightly tainted.

The times a-changing and I'm running with it,
For once, there isn't a dam I'm trying to hold up,
There isn't a worry in the world to stop me.
I'm free falling and I can't wait to fly some more!

Poof!

You’re an apparition I can almost touch,

I see your eyes twinkling, lips smirking, nose twitching.

The feeling just rises until it fills me up, making me fly.

It’s frustrating that it’s not real, that it’s all make believe,

That when I put my hand out to feel you,

You go poof!

You’re in my head, dancing and laughing, all goofy.

You feel as real as the sun on my back,

You talk to me, telling me stories of where you are,

I try to listen, telling my self you’re not my imagination,

But when I try to talk back to you, that’s when

You go poof!

I see you around corners, in places I visit,

I’m so sure you hear the same breeze rustle the leaves.

When it rains, I think of what you would be doing,

What we would do if we were together.

But when I hold my hand out, waiting for you,

You go poof!

I can’t help but hope someday, we will be together.

Reality keeps telling me that it will never happen,

But if I don’t have hope, I have nothing left,

Nothing to hold on to, nothing to wish at 11:11.

I look at your pictures, I know you’re not around the corner.

You go poof!