The Castle of Eternity

When the boy was a prince,

it seemed like everything

would last forever.

His key

to the castle of eternity

would never rust.

.

He ran carefree

and never felt

the niggling doubt

felt by those

who felt the flow of time

sliding past their veins.

.

While others took photos

of passing butterflies,

the prince frolicked in meadows.

 .

While others wrote down

the melodies and recipes

they enjoyed,

the prince savored the moment.

.

~

.

But the prince grew up,

and when he did,

his key to the eternal castle,

where all these wonderful events occurred,

rusted away.

.

He tried everything to get back.

He tried to dream his way.

He tried to swim through the clouds.

He wanted to levitate to the gate.

But every time he attempted

such a feat,

he would fall a thousand feet.

.

~

.

To the once prince, now king,

the free gates

once eternal

were locked forever.

.

Without a key,

he scrambled

to recreate

the bits of his childhood

the atmosphere

the love

the life

to no avail.

.

He got

the photos and recipes

from his childhood friends…

but he discovered

the life pictured

and immortalized in them

was dead to him.

.

Someone else

holding a long-dead butterfly

did not excite him.

The recipes and songs

did not taste and sound

as good as they did

when he was a child.

He began to fear

that his kingly wish

was impossible!

.

But when he was borrowing

yet another load of memorabilia

from his friend,

he came across

a little girl.

.

She held a silver key

and was about

to go visit

her castle.

She invited the king along

and for that hour

the king was the prince again.

.

But that hour ended

When the girl’s mother

called her in for supper.

.

~

.

The king

elated by the finding of

of the key,

took it home with him

so he could visit the castle

from the comfort of his own home.

.

At his abode however,

he discovered the key

was simply a plastic toy key painted silver.

.

~

.

The king wasn’t able

to reach the castle of eternity

on his own volition.

As he grew up,

he slowly had

begun to see the world

from a different perspective.

This is what rusted his key

to that particular castle

that held his eternity.

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