Just like rain drops my tears fall watering seeds sown from my past. Before too long they will flower into wonderful opportunities, stunning all those who see, never knowing the damaged roots that lay underneath. For you see the colourful bloom reached for the sun, Illuminating the world in a sea of colour, ready to take on life's next adventure. Just like rain drops my tears fell watering seeds sown ready to bloom into wonderment.
It's a similitude quite like none other I have composed...
I was like a bird, upon which back there is a burden which limits it's every movement and pull it down everytime it try to take off, yet unable to relieve itself of the burden cause he feared the outcome of laying off such a burden.. It was a Burden of quintessence to him, for it might make or unmake, destroy or bind the very home it cherished, adored and not ready to give it up for anything not even this burden, but the moment, though it required much audacity needed for a forceful abduction of ..."Donald Trump. From the White House".. he choose the option, to let down the burden.. And now with the God given broad wings and the much enthusiasm from the outcome of the relief, it will take a flight like never before, so high it will put all beholders in wonderment..
In a realm of two moons and three suns not afraid to be besieged by everlasting brightness, where everyone speaks from their heart spires and devils and scorpions cavort with sprites, magic coexisted with every day miracles. People would cross on invisible bridges as easily as Jesus walking on water, on their way to their great soul’s quest.
Now as tablets led to handwriting and then to thousands of computer fonts, where seeking adventure becomes short code for finding death and despair, where sprites now dine on pixie sticks and fairies no longer spread their dust, where those who believe in magic are greatly outnumbered by those who don’t, where everyone’s top half exists with their bottom self wandering about and never finding each other, where wizardry is replaced with technology- the common light bulb and automobile- is when wonderment gets consigned to the bottomless pit of foolishness.
Then magic waits in hidden castles, patient not for those who have it and don’t see it, but those who need it the most and know that it reveals the truth behind the disguises, waiting for that old broken stead to reveal that its Pegasus and that spell they chanted to lead them back home to the magic of their parent’s’ embrace.
Life is unfair, brutality is around the air I always wonder how can God let this happen around me, life is just so unfair God just lets this happen to others around me and the world. Why am I so sad, people will ask, don’t they see or even feel sympathetic towards the people who have to endure a lot of brutality
And in this morning ice-baked skies that I be drawn to the glass-cold window was a pleasant albeit utter surprise To see -- I did! Across the way beyond the oak between the frost and misty cloak the Monarch who flittered by! The grand vision -- crystal snow drifting flakes against noble color
"How my mind always needs to wander, Looking for a new and grander view, Having to quench my thirst with the worlds passions, I turn to nature to light my creativity, Yet, you have a spark that makes it catch as well, You can make me ponder, All the worlds endless wonder. Its you that always seems to amaze, And you that turns my heart ablaze."