twas the night before
when all through the world
no words, no dreams, then one day
a writer by a fire
imagined all gaia
took a journey into a child-man’s heart
a painter on the shore
imagined all the world
within a snowflake on his palm
unframed by poetry
a canvas of awe
planet earth falling back into the stars
i am the voice of never-never land
the innocence, the dreams of every man
i am the empty crib of peter pan
a silent kite against the blue, blue sky
every chimney, every moonlit sight
i am the story that will read you real
every memory that you hold dear
i am the journey
i am the destination
i am the home
the tale that reads you
a way to taste the night
the elusive high
follow the madness
alice, you now once did
imaginarium
a dream emporium
caress the tales
and they will dream you real
a storyteller’s game
lips that intoxicate
the core of all life is a
limitless chest of tales
i am the voice of never-never land
the innocence, the dreams of every man
i am the empty crib of peter pan
a silent kite against the blue, blue sky
every chimney, every moonlit sight
i am the story that will read you real
every memory that you hold dear
i am the voice of never-never land
the innocence, the dreams of every man
searching heavens for another earth
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