Return to Oz

Ten years had passed,
And it was time to revisit
the place where anything is possible.
In a dream last night,
I went back
to where

I forgot my innocence,
a belief that magic
exists where stars fall
from the sky
and lunch boxes
hang from trees,
where belief itself
makes a heroine
out of a village girl
and red shoes
can open doors
towards home.
It still exists,
I realized,
The password
Was there
in memory,
and once again
I retrieved both,
Lost myself during day,
Found myself
in the intangible night.