I walked on planets far away,
on Jupiter and Mars.
I danced with fairies out to play,
and soared above the stars.

I wrestled giant polar bears,
and monsters from the deep.
I rode the fastest racing mares,
and leapt the greatest leap.


I travelled to kingdoms long ago,
and fought with knights of old,
I sailed the seas both to and fro,
and watched the gods unfold.


I held the entire universe,
in the palm of just one hand,
and watched the sands of time traverse,
and run right out of sand.


These and other marvels,
are but speckles in the sky,
to a ones imagination,
if we only stopped to try.

As if bound
and chained
to a rock
in the middle
of a vast, hot
desert,
I wait;
Praying for
a salvation
which might
come eventually...
*...Maybe.

Music curls
In the stone shells
Of the arches, and rings
Their stone bells.

Music lips
Each cold groove
Of parabolas' laced
Warp and woof,
And lingers round nodes
Of the ribbed roof

Chords open
Their flowers among
The stone flowers; blossom;
Stalkless hang.