open up and see
the generous gift
offered to thee
It's pleasant
and pleasing
and oh so giving
of the message
your sending
will make us
all twist and shout
The glooming it
captures and decadent
mad cap laughter
Sparks fly out
Hushed whispers
ring about
And taking closer
inspection the
child becomes
informed of the
long cast out
secrets of what
was promised
in a well deserved
season..First the
wonder and joy
of finding a new toy
Then the astounding
decision to look
everso closer
into the reflective vision
and find ourselves
lost in the storm
but still with the
wanton desire to
carry on..for I
saw myself lying
naked on a beach
with no knowing
or comprehending
How I came to being
The daze I felt
And my wondering
Minds eye
Staring into the
setting sun..Not
knowing or reasoning
why..Then another
flash brought me
here to this place
The gift you see
is alternating
reality..putting a
spin on what you
might call a sin
But for every pleasure
that is offered
You must pay the
Ferryman two silver
dollars..
