The wind blows wild and plays a song
I’d like to learn to hum along,
It isn’t hard to sing a tune
With words that rhyme like June and moon.
Such mirth it brings to wonder this
And to imagine youth’s first kiss,
I wish that I might be again
That girl I was away back when
The thrill of love and sweet romance
Could offer me a happy chance !
Now I have climbed the mountain high
And struggled there to touch the sky
I dreamt of visions I had seen
Somewhere above and in between
But all that time I found instead
These lofty thoughts lived in my head !
Oh how I wish that I might spy
A comet streaking cross the sky
Or sight a rainbow shining through
When clouds appear misted with dew.
I want to know which way to go
As evening stars commence their show
Or what it takes to reach the moon
By rocket ship or space balloon.
How wonderful this world would be
If seen with eyes of fantasy !
There are times when I think of the past
And all of my dreams that failed to last
I recall quite well what used to be
When life held moments of ecstasy
And a precious love faithful and true
Along with that which was called virtue,
And I ask of myself what comes next
There’s no hope left for some grand pretext !
Oh Santa Claus, dear Santa Claus
I’m writing to you just because
Christmas is coming round the bend
It’s time to share it with a friend
Though not so simple as it seems
As Christmas nears it fosters dreams.
It is a season to feel young
With Yuletide carols to be sung
It would be nice if we’d return
To days when candles would be burned
When children small were told the tales
Of magic sleighs that had no sails.
The reindeer were believed to fly
Across the reaches of the sky
But let’s pretend a moment more
That elves may work in Santa’s store
It’s true I’ve never seen an elf
Except ceramic on a shelf.
Well never mind, this too shall pass
Like Alice through her looking glass
Until next year, same time, same place
Anticipating your embrace
I pray I’m not too old by then
Forgetting our remember when !
ISN’T IT WONDERFUL TO SEE WITH THE HEART OF A CHILD ?
Repeated for hundreds of years or more amongst ourselves
Are stories of the jinn and little folk, fairies and elves
Reminding us that the mystery of life is just that
Charming and enchanted tales recovered from life’s magic hat
Teaching us morals and lessons of what our lives could be
Without losing attachment to our God’s reality !
Lions and tigers in a row
And when they move where do they go
Into the jungles of the mind
Midst fantasies we yearn to find.
Camels and horses are there too
Waiting faithful for me and you
With rainbowed colors they all wear
In their wild flowing sculpted hair.
Seems right for us to ride away
When organ music pipes to play
As round in circles we must go
Until it’s time for life’s next show !
Long time ago and faraway
I dreamt a dream one special day
That someone real would come my way
And when it happened that we met
Twas such a thrill much like kismet
I felt we were on track and set !
Dreams may not be all that they seem
Perhaps pure fluff with lots of steam
I hoped we were on the same team,
Who knew what changes would be made
Or if some foolish game was played
Sad in the end when dreams just fade !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 