Finding Never Never Land
Once upon a time,
Or so the fiction begins.
Everyone lived happily ever after,
And so the fiction ends.
And the poetry in translation,
In certainty, is what its all about.
So that once upon a time,
Ends with happily ever after.
And so once upon a time,
Somewhere beyond the rainbow.
The cards are dealt as we play our parts,
With poetic license, the rhyming starts.
A blank canvas, that gaping void,
Those dreamy strokes, retracing Freud,
Resolutions to make, and some to keep,
As the mind starts to wander, far and deep.
Coup de main, a consensus breached,
Caught unawares, the rainbow bleached.
Consenting adults, the coming of age,
Juvenile passions, each considered a sage.
Same is the cross, but different the nails,
Those runaway trains, on imaginary rails,
Beneath the embers, as the ashes take form,
From silent lucidity, comes a silent storm.
Astray in the darkness, with each echoing word,
The dialogue begins, others feelings are heard.
Timeless shadows, lurking in the soul,
A solemn understanding, in parts, then in whole,
Out of the blue a whisper passes by,
You tend to ignore it, you seem to know why.
The silent whisper in a world of the blind,
It starts to resonate, is it your kind.
The yellow brick road, a vision, depart,
In search of courage, some wisdom, some heart.
Perchance to dream, a sculptor's bliss,
Those Hands that builds out of nothingness.
They rock the cradle, a dream unfurled,
Hand in Hand, they rule the world.
Our place in the sun, if the books we trust,
From ashes to ashes, just a handful of dust.
As reality abides, we walk on our own,
The Secret of Memories, we are not alone.
The Angel's lullaby, the soprano's song,
The silent whispers still linger on.
Finding Never Never Land, for each I say,
Cause we all remember fairytales in our own way.
------ Alistair D'souza March 30th 2008