STACEY TARURA
An entry in The Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry
This was written as a reflection on the changes that have taken place since the innocent days of childhood when there was a freedom not present in the life of an adult. The realisation that the years of childhood have gone is rendered on the outside but the dreams of childhood linger in the heart.
The rainbow strikes through the window
Casting heavenly sparks of my brow
Is this for real that once I have seen
It will have been
Nothing but a childhood dream?
My heart starts to soar
As twinkling stars race galore
Is this for real that once I have seen
It will have been
Nothing but a childhood dream?
Showers of rays beckon to bay
The strings of my mind that which seldom nay
Revealing that which is gay
That has been seen
By only those that have foreseen
Colours of the heart divine.