Withered Wings

On wings of possibility,
powered by devotion and desire.

She played among the meadows
and danced among the stars

Exploring craters on the moon
adventure was her guide

Until the dark and ageless day
devotion began to die

Weakened by the guilt of age
desires began to hide.

Beautiful translucent wings
withered with a sigh

As hope left her body cold,
tears frozen in sad blue eyes

Forever is an enigma,
love is just a lie.
♠ ♠ ♠
I wrote this when I turned 18 and I felt like my childhood was gone forever.