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Back and forth Like a twisting nozzle Rotating the sky On the edge of the ocean; Tiny men move the mechanical strings On their marionette-like crane Doing the work of countless numbers. Just behind the clearing, Near the lonely landing, restless boats Wait one-by-one watching an unsuspecting Boy and his dog wander through their world Of dreams come true and far away shores. Solo birds glide across muddy skies Breaking the wind into paths that lead South Toward enchanted isles where days are long And the eyes of the night wink back at each new star. Where false fantascies know no form and where Secrets of the unkown hold no mystery. © 1997 - Gloria Jean |
