The Kingdom of Stars

November 17, 2014

The sun set far to the south,
And the moon had begun its
Celestial trek across the blue
And indigo of night’s canopy.
There is where we meet again.

It was the kind of evening
Where the clouds surrendered
Their domain to the kingdom
Of the stars, and each breath
Hangs in the air, desperate.

Frosted gales blow in across
The mountain passes, sifting
Snow like powdered sugar
Onto the few travellers who
Dared brave the journey east.

A thousand and one words
Stand at attention on the tip
Of my tongue, none escape.
Every sentence falters, even
Those we give ourselves.

That blessed land between
Darkest night and dawn’s light:
Here is where we meet again.



Magic Kingdom

June 9, 2010

That distinctive smell
A pleasant blend of commerce
And pure imagination
One square mile of orange grove
Was the price to pay
For the happiest place on earth;
Where time clung
Desperately in heavy clusters
Yesterday and tomorrow
Each have their own territory
Where else could you
Go from the wild west to the
Streets of New Orleans
By simply walking?

This was my home,
My little America
Each new land held
Infinite possibilities
It’s the magic kingdom
And I was its prince
Looking back, I see now
The price I paid for
A golden childhood
In exchange for what
I wouldn’t miss until I
Didn’t know it was gone
I knew every ride
Like a lover
Each land conquered
By my ten year old mind

For now, I’ll hop off the
Rusty rails of memory
And recall, fondly,
The Mickey ears stitched
With my name
When you’re a child,
Those gates opened to a
Place where everything
In the world was right,
An ideal country of