Linda…Once Upon A Poem

All followers wondering where my trail might go
realizing “Imagination can take you far from the point
It almost seemed normal meeting the dwarf even so
While he sipped some Lucky Stripe beer and smoked a joint

Just playing his washboard and singing a happy song
Tied to the willow tree we saw his horse of blue
at times I think of him when I hear the bubbles from my bong
He said “days pass by so quickly, but nights alone do too”

Said he “by the fates threads of our lives are tangled n’spun”
as we watched them glide across the lake till they were gone!
“Beauty and grace but they can be such little demon spawn”
like a peripatetic wizard he spoke between tokes of a life he had pawned.

Soon through the deep purple forest we continued our trek
our hearts humming and singing as we continue to dream on
Moonbeams and rainbows, Oh what dreams they make
As we’re now being guided solely by the golden harvest moon.

While sounds of the sands of the hourglass giggle n’ whisper
Dust of falling stars in my pocket bring great joy
I begin to wonder what might be next, when suddenly a jester
Rolls and jumps in our path toting a small young boy

colorful ,was he, with his hat of three limp points’
painted rosy cheeks with a large painted smile
slip sliding and cartwheeling as though he had no joints
“No time to stop have yet another hundred miles!”

Quite soon overtaken by a carousel of cats, dogs and pigeons
You said aloud,”how very strange!” as though you were quite taken
unshaken you turned about and made a new decision
to follow on the heels of this for closer observation!

through ice cream streams, bubblegum dreams and candy cotton paths
our pace, it did not falter, though in goo up to our hips
trying hard to catch the carousel to grab the ring of brass
it was always just beyond our grasp, beyond our fingertips!

We thumbed a ride on a Ferris wheel of fantasies galore
So wide and tall and rolling fast we thought we’d win for sure
thinking fantasies were faster than the dreams we had before
to our surprise it took a turn and laid us at the door!

Now to our feet we scrambled quick, the door became ajar
Like the monsters in the closet, or underneath the bed
peeking out were two huge eyes, a nose but nothing more!
we wished the door had chose to be something else instead!

A deep voice said “close your eyes and count to one two three.
now open them an look to the sky, peering through the leaves.
Just make your deepest wishes upon the shiniest star
that you may win your dear desired brass ring from afar!”

It may feel like falling through the sifting sands of time
or running thru blue horse forest wild and free
where night is day and day is night and every things alright
where you can be whatever you may wish to be

some say some dreams are really not meant to be
just limit your lives and only think in black and white
yet I say “weave your wildest dreams in your best make believe!”
and all is yours that you can possibly perceive!