Velocity-of-time! (Tic!-Tic!-Tic!)
Comes yon dawn
to bury night
Sun-bright gold
an awesome sight
Awake to kiss
first pink-blush hint
Excited for
another adventure-bent
Embrace high
noon and purple eves
Memory-lexicon
for future retrieves
Live just south
of high sun noon
West of
alabaster pale full moon
Man’s
nemesis-cancer---Time!...Tic! Tic! Tic!
Yon honey-sugar
candy stick delight to lick
Quick! Afore day
ushers in dark night
Oh! Well!
Dream-Wild! Sweet-delight!
Blue-white-silver diamonds dance a wave
choreography so bright to sting young-tender blue eyes of a taw head youth of
ten trying to win a losing skirmish with “nap”-time as warm comfort golden sun
lulls the senses soft and yielding in a welcome effort to succumb; he blinks
heavy eyelids in mock effort to defend a wakeful celebration in the fishing
rowboat with dad upon a silver-mirror lake. Dad seems intent on his own line
while surreptitiously observing his ward’s accomplishments growing into acumen
learning the beating heart of Mother Nature so important to a growing boy for
his one day soon advance into adulthood. Oh!
Such parent-Pride!
Before the “to-nap or not-to-nap” battle
is lost (or, perhaps Won!), the boy
observes the clubhouse perched upon an emerald bank where mother sits in the
comfortable yard swing surveying the lake-boat scene with kid-brother on the
wooden seat beside her while sister views a robin’s nest secure against the
reddish trunk of an ancient cedar tree; she had spied the light blue clutch of
five eggs only the weekend previous and now celebrates the hatchlings’ birth.
Almost?---Now?...The threatened sleep is
victor in the tussle between the “wake” and “dream”. In his clandestine
observance of the “family” scene upon dry land the boy discerns a thin veil-of-smoke wisping across the tender
venue. Dad had built a fire in the clubhouse bar-b-que-pit, such necessity
always an irritant to the boy as such demand delayed the fishing venture by ten
minutes, or so, but, in the end, after a successful catch, the pork steaks mom
would prepare upon said grille as he and dad spent “manly” time upon the waters
would be a culinary delightful exchange in time. Heavily laden lids slowly
obscure the pleasant Love!-scene.
In adventure dream the lad forks his
phantom-friend ole Magic! A silver
winged Unicorn flies Wild! the eternal cosmos wide to seek
and score value learning intelligence of Life!
and Love!
His delightful-fog venture is rudely interrupted by an echoed voice familiar yet,
right now, uninvited calling the Dreamer
from slumber back to the reality of life. Time has swallowed up the afternoon
and boy seems to have traverse the evil
gravity of space on a journey travel-trek. “Son!” He heard but ignored the
hail. “Son! Did you have a nice nap? You were talking ‘Magic’ in your dreams,” his dad coaxed him to wakefulness. “Son!
Time to get up, now.”
(Part 2 of 2 tomorrow)
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