We Ride Before the Break of Day

We ride before the break of day,

to seek new things; in forests play.

To have good times we all do pray,

we ride before the break of day.

We ride before the rising sun,

chasing after fleeing fun,

refusing rest until we're done,

we ride before the rising sun.

We ride before the dawn awakes

to traipse upon the road we take,

adventuring will make or break,

we ride before the dawn awakes.

We ride before a morning glimmer,

and see our quest before us shimmer.

what awaits us grows not dimmer,

We ride before a morning glimmer.

We ride before the break of day,

to seek new things; in forests play.

To have good times, we all do pray.

We ride before the break of day.

Inspired by Creative Writing Prompts

Memory's Sea

A fairy child

hovers round me

flitting out towards

Memory's sea.

She laughs at me

and beckons sweetly

daring, hoping,

gracefully.

My mind is open,

I want to go!

To reclaim that youth

which now is lost.

I tug and pull

at maturity's fetters

to reclaim those days

that I love most.

I can see them now,

days of laughter.

Days of sunshine,

warmth, and mirth.

The world alive

with joy for being.

Simply being on 

this earth.

Beautiful faces

dance all around me.

I love them all

and strain for them still.

Faces of people

I long to be near me,

yet have lost to the world,

their purity killed.

Even my own

innocence tainted.

Colors on canvas

once white before.

This is a reason

I strive to remember.

Strive to recall

those years lost in lore. 

The fairy child

beckons more urgent,

wanting to take me

where I long to be.

But I am caught fast

in the ropes of today,

and I've missed the sailing

on Memory's sea.

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