Old poems
While digging through some old files to find my tape stories and such from decades ago I stumbled across some old poems that I rather like.
Hiding
Hiding within fiction books,
In children's tales and serpents' looks,
In puffy clouds of a clear blue sky,
In the lazy drift of a butterfly.
Roaming wild in lovely dreams,
Prowling nightmares, causing screams.
In the mountains turned to stones,
Swimming streams as moist as bones.
Here a twinkle, there a groan
Coming from a place unknown.
Strong as whimsy, swift as sighs,
Can you pierce their fine disguise?
Dragons, gryphons, mermaids fair,
here a fairy, there a were.
Unicorns and pegusi,
Pixies low and giants high.
All are creatures, great and small
That we don't think exist at all.
In our cold world of glass and steel
They just don't have a place as "real".
How have they remained so long
Clinging to life's changing song,
In a world where science rules,
Crushing magic's precious jewels?
In the spark of a baby's eye,
In the dream of man to fly.
In a poet's tortured soul,
There it is they keep their hold.
Hiding
Hiding within fiction books,
In children's tales and serpents' looks,
In puffy clouds of a clear blue sky,
In the lazy drift of a butterfly.
Roaming wild in lovely dreams,
Prowling nightmares, causing screams.
In the mountains turned to stones,
Swimming streams as moist as bones.
Here a twinkle, there a groan
Coming from a place unknown.
Strong as whimsy, swift as sighs,
Can you pierce their fine disguise?
Dragons, gryphons, mermaids fair,
here a fairy, there a were.
Unicorns and pegusi,
Pixies low and giants high.
All are creatures, great and small
That we don't think exist at all.
In our cold world of glass and steel
They just don't have a place as "real".
How have they remained so long
Clinging to life's changing song,
In a world where science rules,
Crushing magic's precious jewels?
In the spark of a baby's eye,
In the dream of man to fly.
In a poet's tortured soul,
There it is they keep their hold.