One Step at a Time

One step at a time, in this wonderous land of mine, I reflect on what I see, and then I know what is meant to be. Sugar plum fairies twirl in the breeze, to the music of a Chopin orchestra. Changing colors with the effect of fiber optics, only the purest lights reflect in the night. Snow falls gently tickling little noses, and sticking to fine eye lashes. Whisps of color like ribbon in flight, stream across the sky and burst into shooting stars. A river covered with a thin layer of ice, can be seen flowing freely beneath the surface, as the lightest of cherry faced gnomes, skate merrily about and up to the lake. The scenery around is that of a canvas paint, done at the hands of Van Gogh. Heart don't fail me now, for courage I must swallow, if what I need can ever be discovered, and life lived completely with no tomorrow. Gingerbread houses line licorice streets, as candy cane lamp posts light the way. When night falls the thrills do not end, for it is always an enlightened spirit in this magical land. Green and blue fairies flutter around, spreading pixie dust to those soon in love. What shall come and what certainly may, is locked forever inside a crimson box, lined in satin delight, yet must be opened to reveal a cluttered mystery. Light soon shines from the festive night, as tiddly winks sound the good morning alarms. Drousy eyed frogs with glitter in their hair, bound about abruptly waking up without coffee. And so life lives without reason, and reason lives alone. Who will ceaselessly roam this world, having never found a home? If fairies and frogs can discover peace of mind, the surely I can as I'm next in line. The dust feels funny as it tickles my nose, and I look about bewildered, with clarity in my heart. Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 06 2002 03:59 PM PST   0 • 12