A Boy With A Wish Poem by Lee Hepworth

I want to grow up for another
to cast away my wings and no-longer fly.
Wherein I’ll see no more waterfalls painted in the sky, -
or the swimming pools of imagination;
each one containing a mid-fantasy dance with destiny,
no more will faeries sparkle in the hopes of a kiss
from the brave little boy now becoming a man of the mist.
High on the scent of the forgotten sleeping beauty, -
passing away all roots to the fountains of youth
finding maturity on the lips of a girl;
and in the wanting forgetting of the way home.

It falls, the years they fade the innocence away
till the child inside becomes no more than a shadow;
and money is the main issue over love.
Whatever happened to just the two of us?
No longer remembering before that moment!
Whatever happened to me and a dance with fantasy?
Run, Run away home a voice speaks, -
but which way do I go what’s my happy thought inside!

Guess all there is to do is laugh
I want to grow young for myself.
Wherein I’ll see the painted dreams come real, -
and the imagination caught flight;
and the faeries will come back to life
in hopes of a kiss from a man
becoming a boy with a wish.