The downside of growing up

The warm breeze of her fluttering wings
Left a smile upon my face
And for a fragment of time
Her world was mine

Enchanted children
Riding a spiraled staircase
Stars held to the ground
Wrapped in nets of lace
Row upon row of swings that never came down
And ice castles dripping into space

Questioning the validity
Of such unnatural things
I closed my eyes to see what should be
Sighing like a child whose time was overdue
She said, “You silly boy, this simply won’t do
Wish upon wish
Hope upon hope
I’m afraid I’m too late
The man has grown up.”