My treasure
Remains unnoticed
By everyone
Other than me

Like toys left close
On a nightstand
For the comfort
Of knowing they stay,

With stars that glow
Neon green
As memories
Lighting white ceilings

Where characters
Kept over pillows
Bring hope
Before morning arrives

To express
What innocence wakes
From fading dreams
Always soaring

Through orange skies
Never darkened
Riding beasts
Who exist only there –

Seeing freedom
Carry through wind
Sacred meaning
Shining its reason

How beautiful scenes
Truly wondrous
Hold those answers
Time can forget.

Perhaps someday
I’ll return
After aging paves
Bitter pathways,

Letting childhood
Bear easy burdens
While adults endure
Heavy turns

Towards places lost
Needing joy
Or another old friend
Undiscovered

Until willingly claimed
Seeking riches
In lands long thought
Far away.

• J. Pigno