A Silent Struggle

It's about love that is playful, childlike, fun and transports you to a "magical playground". But, reality soon comes calling on the "children" to stop their foolish play.

 

“Let’s play!” I thought I heard someone call

Perhaps it was only an echo of my imagination

But what fool would not reach for a key

Dropped right in front of his cell of isolation?

 

The playground was deserted, “It’s all ours!” I yelled

“Hide-and-go-seek?” you asked

“I’m in, but don’t make it too easy” I said

“But I want to be found” you whispered and you dashed

 

I knew where to look - you were in places

I would hide if I wanted to be found; I saw though I was blind

What a thrill! To get to you waiting in a playhouse

Under a blanket on a bed in a dark corner of my mind

 

Then someone called, “You’ve had enough!

Come in the house, wash your hands; it’s dinner time!”

I wished to stay out there on that deserted playground

To forget the house, the voices, and live a life of childish crime

 

How you smiled every time we ran, or skipped

How your cheeks flushed when I caught you

How I loved to get lost in the dark night of your eyes

How I thought I saw a light flicker there, pure, sky-blue

 

We lived a hundred years a minute

Whispered secrets and exchanged sweet lies

Lifted our veils, removed our masks

Told tall tales but there was truth in our eyes

 

But they kept calling, calling, calling

“It’s time…It’s time…” their voices were muffled

Coming from a distance, and the way home was

A silent struggle as tears fell and feet shuffled