Childhood Memories

When you are kingly dressed 
In a cloud of childhood memories 
Crawling down in 
That warm safe box 
Your thoughts carry 
Golden linings 

Floating back to that wooden shack 
Drifting into your childhood zoo 

And this phantom bird that you 
Once saw hidden in exile 
The feathers still so soft and white 
From all this dirt you've been seeing 

You train of thoughts 
Are floating 
Down this warm 
And gently stream 
Before these days of drinking 
Before these days of nicoteen