A Child's Utopia

Note: I know there are not any apostrophes in this piece and there should be. I promise you that at one point they were there, but because of the tempormental editing program here, I had to take them out it order to post this. Sorry for all those who are bothered by bad gammar.

As a child, my impressionable imagination
was willingly whisked away by syrupy fantasies.
I clung tightly to the hopes of happily ever-afters,
being so assured that my white knight would find me.

My mind saw a magical world of majestic unicorns,
and snow fairies wings glistening as they flew by.
The land blooming in a springtime rainbow of flowers,
glowing like crown jewels from the crisp blue sky.

Houses created entirely of confectioners delights,
glistening with sugary pop tart icing on the doors.
Roof dripping great drops of deep chocolate brown,
leftovers from the afternoons snack-time downpour.

I was always wearing a powdery pink ball dress,
ornamented with diamonds and ornate silver lace.
But always tarring its fabric while getting into mischief,
messing with the warriors sword and the guards mace.

A smiley-face sun shone over a world of play time,
except when mommy said it was time for sleep.
Then the moon would embrace the kingdom with night,
like a crystal hanging over, embedded in midnight deep.

What beautiful notions of innocent simplicity,
were planted and nourished deep inside my mind.
Before the plagues of confusion and uncertainly,
of reality moved in and changed their design.

I think back to the blissful days of my childhood,
and I smile while tears crawl silently from my tired eyes.
Sometimes I still find myself wanting that naive paradise,
where all things good are the ideals that never die.