Inspired by Lewis Caroll's Imagination...

"A reflection sometimes

exposes more reality

than the object it echoes."

-- The Cheshire Cat

Like good little children,

We sit in the shade,

Reading our books,

Books with no pictures.

But just past the glass,

A blur of snowy white bounds past.

Tick tock, tick tock...

And the clink of a chain.

A maddening drop, 

Past chairs and frogs and the strangest striped kittens,

Past Down and Even Further Down,

To teatime and frosted cakes.

And mazes of crimson roses

Filled with hedgehogs

And stubborn flamingoes,

And a late, late, late hare.

Then off it is, to a garden;

A most peculiar garden.

The flowers really don't sleep,

And someone ought to pluck those daisies!

And shrinking and growing

And shrinking and growing,

A whirlwind of madness

That doesn't seem to end.

But our feline friend just smiles wide

And inclines his head so slightly...

Snap. A glare. Off with its head!

And up the hole we go,

That maddening grin fading

Like fog at noon.

❈ Slightly Surreal ❈

My shoes are floating 'bove the ground,
if only just an inch.

The world is aglow with a tinge of silver,
and maybe a bit of gold.

Today, I feel slightly surreal,
if only just a hint.

We Are...

We are stars fallen in the sea,

Flashing fish before the falls.

We are crickets in a cage,

And veiled thoughts in velvet books.

Poisoned by the moonlight,

Inspired by the sky,

We are the children of the blackness

Between the cracks of time.

The Mind of an Introvert

from far far away,

in murky gray woods,

beneath sodden leaves

and an ashen forest floor,

I gaze toward the distance,

The sweeping fields of crops,

Like quivering quilts of green,

That cover the rolling hills.

Up toward the sky,

Blue as the lake below,

With silver flashing here and there

And children reading 'neath the trees.

from here i see the daylight,

see the people and their lives,

see their problems and their woes,

and i bask in my recluse.

Halfway to Nowhere~

Watch me wander endlessly,

Make my home in caverns deep,

Sleep beneath the boundless stars,

Halfway to nowhere, forevermore.

Dear Books,

You seem to be my midnight train,

My silent, sweet retreat.

A passage, a journey,

That takes my hand

And leads me

Past the boundaries.

Past the nightmare of today,

Past whirling storms of thought.

Past golden trees with purple leaves

Past faerie queens and lands long lost.

Burying myself in a flurry of words,

I thank you for your time.

Never Bow Down~

I'd rather die

with my chin held high

than grovel and weep

at someone's feet.

A Choice of Travel

Push rewind

Back in time,

Back to moments

I can't find.

Back to days

Of airy grace,

Tranquil seas

And silken drapes.

Or stay right here

With sunsets gold,

And wondrous adventure

Quick and bold.

Illusion and Reality

"What I have shown you

is Reality.

What you remember,

that is the Illusion."

-- Sephiroth

Pastel Memories~

Memories fade of some day long gone,

With caged birds and their mournful song.

Over crumbling bridges we would run,

Under blurry skies and a wilted sun.

Little White Dove

Ok let's face it not my best piece but still it was inspired by the best so :P -- Aidyn's (Snailords) webtoooons XD

You fly with all the doves in the sky,

Flitting here and there between

The silken webs of my dreams.

And somehow,

By some breezy easterly wind,

you came fluttering softly

Into my arms.

I haven't the faintest idea

Of how you stepped into my life

And turned it completely upside down,

But I do have an idea

That I won't be letting you go.