This door evaporates open upon misty dreams,
Osmosis of realities adult into fantasies child.
Place where youth is an eternal playground,
Dancing games of innocence inside tranquility.
There are no politicians here to spoil the fun
For truth is paramount equation of divine honor.
One must respect the souls of creative creation,
Finger-painting peace across the dreamscape.
Oh sweet blossom of cherry lollypops tastes,
Lemon drops daffodils springing sunshine.
Honey butter-fly, rainbow nectar imaginations,
Colors of children creating crayon paints.
Everything here is rich upon a heart of wealth,
Beating together sharing humanity’s respect.
Sparkling gem getting along as God’s children
That greed, self-purpose paints on ugly picture.
Oh child within, let me out to play from reality,
Where no one judges every move as immoral.
Mind let us play games of sleepy fairy tales
Being knighted as Kid Arthur of make believe.
Then instantly becoming an explorer of unknowns,
Columbus exploring a great space vacuum of fun.
Diamond twinkling stars of REM sleeping silence,
Paradoxical paths with made-up space monkey pals.
Oh, magical music spells of sensual transformations.
Transmigrate souls back upon youthful notes of glee.
Singing rhyming children songs, ring around a rosy,
Sunshine memories of tears running down wrinkles.
Oh door, dawn is fading my child’s singing voice.
As songbirds awake a alarm clock closing doors,
Shutting dreams off as a spigot of chilling cold water,
Splashing time back into regimented routines.
Note: The child of a poet is always in the subconscious of their words ringing out at peace.
This is dedicated to my nephew of heart, who shares part of my name, Paul ‘David’ Schaffner. There are words in this that reached out to have meaning for him and his lovely wife, who is a total treasure to him. In a dream, I hope we all can do a collaboration together for the lyrics of some song for their band, who is mentioned in this poem.
This is also dedicated to my loving sis, Maureen whose love blesses this soul (and get so aggravated at me for not keeping in touch), her husband John, who is an absolute angel to my sister. Lastly, this is for Scott who has a heart of pure gold and the faith inside to smile every day, with his dynamic wife along his side.
The wandering road of my poetry is floating toward California from Alabama. Oh, oh, another poem idea. Anyway, by way of New Orleans (got to feel the tears falling down my face, there I go again), Austin (artistic capital of Texas, poetry festival there), Santa Fe (where the land talks inside my peace), or other possible combinations, my dream is to share my birthday with my family in California dreaming good times.
D.Lester 04/1/06 ©
De-Terminated poet, somewhere in America not on company time
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|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Once again, stunning poetry--brilliant. Hope your birthday is/was happy. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Burleson is 12 miles due south of downtown Fort Worth, off I-35...
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Beautiful poetry yet again from you most talented poetic mind!!
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|David, A captivating poem of enchantment and whimsy.Beautifully written and thanks for sharing your love for family! It is a
wonderful glimpse into your compassionate heart!