Sometimes I wish that I could be
A cardboard angel on the tree
That’s packed away when Christmas ends
Into a box with all her friends !
Thence sleep in peace until next year
To waken there without a fear
Of haloes bent or wings half torn
When we rejoice on Christmas morn !
This dream’s been my attempt to flee
A life filled with uncertainty !
The bedtime stories I was told
When I was not so very old
Remain with me these many years
And fill my heart with smiles and tears !
A magic bean that climbed a wall
And saved the princess from a fall
Teutonic knights both brash and brave
Who slayed the serpent in a cave !
The knave of hearts who stole the tarts
Or ogres who have kindly hearts
Come to my mind with varied tales
Like Salome with all her veils !
I’d love to visit just once more
Ere I secure childhood’s last door !
I’d love to skip down to the sea
With salty air caressing me
The shifting sands under my feet
Were soft and warm and wet and sweet !
There was a day when I could run
Along that beach under the sun
Though age and time have had their price
Reclaiming youth would be quite nice !
It’s hard to keep my balance now
I try and try and wonder how
If there’s a way I might restore
My strength to where it was before !
But you and I are realists
We know these acts do not exist
And as our lives are winding down
Let no one dare embrace a frown !
Life is one living circle awaiting God’s commands
I do not know the reason it shrinks or it expands
But I know that we are here serving at His leisure
Whether it results in our pain or simple pleasure,
The happy thought we exist is an indication
He cares and watches all deeds in anticipation !
Oh Romeo, Romeo where have you gone
Seems there’s no love left to wish upon
Romance has fled its fate is unknown
While its happiness has all but flown.
Does this mean we’ve lost our chance at love
What hope is left to be dreaming of ?
You’ll text and tweet and speak on the phone
Yet after this you’re still home alone
The instant has passed and gone astray
You’ll have to wait for another day.
Would you rather live without surprise
Or find passion deep in someones eyes ?
You really don’t have a choice you’ll see
Finding love appears lost fantasy !
While chiding thus I know my will
To live and have my life fair full
Man cannot reach the world beyond
Until he’s served his turn here on
And serving still that he may know
What fortune be before he’ll go
To sup upon Olymphia’s heights
And dwell amidst Elysian nights
So be it that untutored man
Shall feast among the days of Pan
There frolic in Calypsos glow
When God alone shall deem it so
Light be the reach of the heavens as I strive to touch some eternal place
Let me find the quarters of the gods let me bask in the warmth of their fates
Let me dream of their nectar a sacred ambrosia with delicate taste
Give me leave to pursue the immortal and gaze on their heavenly gates.
Permit me to stroll in their pastures free with hope to entwine in their grace
What I seek is sought after with peace in my heart and a smile on my face.
Life has been far more than full may its cup abound forever in this state
Of pleasure and laughter I need ought more than an occasional taste
To sustain the desire for living in this simple gracious human race,
Thus having dwelt among the gods let me return to outer mortal space
And so resign myself to that one fact which either cannot change nor pace
That life as it exists is for the living there’s not one small bit to waste.
Ah that I might fly with the wings of freedom into the light of the sun
Nevermore to return again to the deepest dark of the realm unknown
To fly as with the fleetest wings of an angel untethered and unstrung
Swiftly straight as the line of an arrow with its purpose as deadly clung.
Mild be the wind that wafts me to the end my journey thus over and done
Let there be none to feel the loss or question why once after I’ve begun
Be it done in the silent midst of their slumber far long before their sun
Rises in the shadowed sky to awake the ungodly din which could come
Soon in the wake of my dangerous flight as all regrets and hopes are flung
To the nymphs of the heavens above in the thunder of their cries belong
The tears of the ungodly and the damned the pittance of their grief now gone
To serve another master and seek another world whence to dwell upon.
This world’s in chaos, panic lurking everywhere
Compelled to seek an exit safe into somewhere
Seeking hospice for the mind and burdened souls
To find relief for those lost and forgotten goals.
Will there be a pause in time to heal broken rules
For us to learn to save ourselves from mindless fools?
The cure we lack is knowledge of our history
Not understanding what has been or what can be
And so we mask what won’t afford to be revealed
Hence none will query why the truth must be concealed,
Since in this endless questing for reality
We’ve lost the godlike purpose of our destiny.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 