When still a child
He told stories
That people called lies.
His imagination
Was something to behold.

With a twist like a knife
He would create a world,
Nothing was off limits.

He played with the parable,
He played with surprise.
His mind told tales,
That would reflect in his eyes.

His spirit would soar,
The love that he showed.
He knew he had everything,
That it would never grow old.

He spoke the truth
Hidden behind lies.
Nothing was off limits,
Nothing too big of a size.

He'd leave it to imagination
To fill any holes, around every corner
Something new would appear,
He would often blow a kiss
Saying wish you were here.

Sometimes he'd leave you
On the edge of a cliff,
Then call them back
To see what they missed