After the Rabbit Hole

After the Rabbit Hole

After the Rabbit Hole

After the Rabbit Hole (The Boy and the Fairy)

 

Said the boy to the fairy,

 

Take my hand for just a second, and travel with me into forever ~

For on this day, no walls divide us,

On this day we two shall play

 

And play they did, the boy and fairy

crossing thresholds into wonder

connected by threads of light

 

Not in hiding we choose our masks, but in freeing, as children play – we’ll dream in orbs of joy

 

As they laughed their light path deepened, and on that day his walls came down

 

An invitation into forever in which she gladly gave her wings,

For in a second, time was pleasure, and his smile grew her light

 

But just as fast, the light extinguished, and force of darkness fell upon him.

 

Doubt would grow his fortress wall, pushing the fairy out. 

Slamming doors, and crushing wings, with eyes closed not to see her –

Friendship was all she’d sought, a price too high he’d pay

 

For his walls are back up now,

And a sign hangs outside

Which simply reads…

 

STAY AWAY!

 

The Wallflower

The-Wallflower-

The Wallflower

Rooted in the corner
Nameless flower upon the wall
An unremarkable feature
amidst the gardener’s ball.
 
Where wildflowers boldly dance
Showing off their blooms
Beckoning the gardeners
enticing eager grooms
 
The limelight which they seek
Is the light from which she hides
Rooted in the corner
Amongst the paper she resides
 
Fragrant sweet bouquets have 
no place for her to fit
Her petals veiled by darkness
Of the corner where she sits
 
The gardener does not notice
Her bloom he shall not wear…
…Her fragrance goes unnoticed
No marriage will they share
 
Rooted in the corner
Only insects know her nectar
The bees know well her taste
As they make the sweetest honey
From ambrosia of the chaste
 
Slowly they devour and steadily consume
Attracted to her essence
The sweetest of perfumes
 
Rooted in the corner
no words are ever spoken
for roots of fear are forged 
in hell and dare not to be broken
 
Rooted in the corner
Slow-dancing with her shadow
Season’s passed, her roots have dried
The Gardener’s ground left fallow.