Poetry About Disenchantment

The painted castle shows its wooden back. Stars become bulbs threaded through black wire. The hero removes his crown beside the door. What dazzled me was partly careful labor. Wonder changes when illusion loses power. I learn to love the hands that built the moon.

Look again from the quieter edge. Stars become bulbs threaded through black wire. A smaller detail changes the whole scene. What dazzled me was partly careful labor. Attention loosens the first easy answer. I learn to love the hands that built the moon.

The painted castle shows its wooden back. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. The hero removes his crown beside the door. It returns us to lost wonder, disappointment, maturity, broken illusions, clarity, and the quieter truths that remain. Wonder changes when illusion loses power. The day continues with a more attentive heart.