Toymaker

A poem about the imagination

Toy Maker




Welcome to my universe of sapphire tidal waves


Where whispering Willows pirouette all night and day


Where I can hold the stardust paintbrush for as long as I stay

In this glistening world of silver rain I can escape


From the bloody battlefields of fate(to plains of Primrose)

To a vast kingdom of champagne lakes(and singing oaks)


This is my fantasia, my continent of endless euphoria
My wondrous, magical emporium


Welcome to the galaxies residing behind my eyes
The utopia existing outside of space and time
Where auroras scorch the purple sky

And I have the power to hold their light

Here the night shines with the energy of one thousand quasars