Ode to Innocence
Oh half remembered, fleeting, happy time,
When nothing mattered more than love and play,
Imagination was then in its prime,
And life began anew with every day.
A flower was then a joy, a mystery,
And not a petal, root and simple stem,
And life was full of wondrous fantasy,
Untainted by the intellect of man.
That time is gone now; it cannot return,
The fruit’s been swallowed; its slow poison kills,
And yet my fallen heart will always yearn,
For that ephemeral time of unknown skills.
Oh false god, knowledge, daily you destroy,
All that was holy in me as a boy!
Although my published works are primarily in the area of law (textbooks, books and scholarly articles), poetry has been an important part of my life since early childhood, as has fiction. Most of my early output has been lost or destroyed over the years, but some remains, especially from college onward. My first book of poems is a sampling of my work from early college through middle age. It is a meager output and the least significant and least read of my published works, but nonetheless central to who I am both as a person and author.
Ode to Innocence was written when I was a sophomore at Queens College. It is my first (and still favorite) sonnet written as a young old man of 18 in college. I incorporated it in my first published short story as well (Eternal Quest) written not long after for a creative writing class while still an undergraduate at Queens College. The latter is also one of my earliest and also still favorite short story and appears in my short story collections Book of Dreams and Mindscapes.