Stewed soup

Life is the hometown
where I am not.
Yet homesick
for the treats
that I once got:
Tastes all abound.

Why do I summon
what I cannot
savor and chew?
Comfort me
with love and prod
my childhood's common.

Is love yonder food
when I cook up
brio and zest?
Daring me
to eat faerie's cup
of maturity stewed.

So my childish dreams
of treats galore
sweets and tang
will drown me
in fool's encore.
Yet the past still gleams.