Lingering Pain

Sprites lingering at the door
Fingering the sill
Trying to stay still
yet they dance gently
like grasses blown by the wind

Fear they have none
dissentions no more or less
just sprites of memories
clinging on my door
dancers of life

They bid me remember
instances in time
when the world was young
as I was then, in the spring
of my ill-lived youth

Then, kings ruled kingdoms
of worlds known and unknown
smokes upon poppies field
creations of ether
Ruled our netherland

They bid me remember
Years of exquisite bliss
To walk, run and fly
Without shackling tethers
From painful don’ts

“Youthful and slim in a coffin..”
“Knock on wood, Dr Fool….!”