Mystical Powers....

Do you recall tales a long, long time ago,
when the earth was young and pristine?
Majestic mountains in all their glory,
while rivers flowed in abundance, clean.

Days of old when Merlin lived,
and mystical powers ruled this land.
Enchanted forests, mystifying seas,
and grand creatures born in the sand.

Hard working folks from everywhere,
cultivated the soil, farmed the land.
Oh, but at night, in the dead of night,
minds free, dreams flourished grand.

Where, oh where, has it all gone,
when the imagination could run free.
Unicorns, Pegasus, and Centaur,
as far as they eye could see.

Gentle maidens seemingly in distress,
awaiting their knights in armor shining.
Of dragons spewing breaths of fire,
which could melt the metal lining.

Giant birds that ruled the skies,
half man, half beast hidden from sight.
All the hopes and dreams of many a mind,
now cower under a golden moon's light.

Of Camelot and Brigadoon,
captivating, motivating the imagination.
Of myths, folk lore and legends,
trying to make sense of the integration.

Where did it all go? When did it leave?
When did we so willingly give up our right?
To allow our minds to sparkle and shine,
to indulge in dreams until morning's light.

Do you recall tales a long, long time ago,
when the earth was young and pristine?
Majestic mountains in all their glory,
while rivers flowed in abundance, clean.

Written by:
Karen Palumbo
Photography by:
Robert Palumbo
4/11/2010 © All rights reserved