FAIRYTALE BLISS

In a place so deserted, 

In a dark night like this 

I came where it all began 

looking for some fairytale bliss.

The wobbly walls

and the creaking door

led to something known, 

a feeling old but felt before. 

From that retro dialer,

Grandpa's rocking chair 

To those needles of granny

All made it so clear.

The bed reverberating those lullabys,

that gentle touch of mother

Ohh those stains still there,

those innocent excuses of brother 

Peaked from the cupboard rusted 

the echoes of the past

The moments painfully beautiful 

Which now no longer last.

Those shillings, those dolls, those scarfs

and that wind-chime sound 

Just like a pot of gold 

All lost now found.

Sometimes most cherished memories 

truly inflict the most pain

Ohh this wish to relive 

to start all over again 

Then I set my gaze upon 

that broken glass 

Reflecting what this site destroyed 

taking away everything that was once ours.

Knowing how peaceful the present is

regretted that I came,

There is nothing which I can call mine 

Nothing here on which I can claim

Left the place with relief 

Not anything here I could miss 

For I realize the future holds 

That fairytale bliss.