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Nov. 25th, 2008 03:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elemirionWhen was the last time you...
Rested on your belly over a brook and dipped the tip of your nose into the chilly water to smell the songs of fishes?
Looked up at the ceiling with your feet in the air and pretended to dance around the chandelier?
Lifted a stick into afternoon sunlight, and imagined it to be Excalibur?
Wrapped a paper bag around your head and hoped it were a diving helmet?
Cut a labyrinth out of a single piece of paper?
Spoke to a bird on the branches of a tree...and got a reply?
Made your hands pruned with water and glue because you were building a dragon?
Let your toes dance in the mud with the worms...who are the true guardians of secrets of the dead?
Found a key on the sidewalk, and wondered what treasure chest it may open?
Death has no grip upon those who look at the world...and see it as a writer sees a blank piece of paper - a whispered promise from a distant lover. Pain has no sway upon those who understand that magic exists, and rests within each and every person. Age has no power upon those who take the moment to bring joy to themselves, and to those whom they love, through the simplest gesture of imagination.
So sayeth the boy who wouldn't grow up.
Rested on your belly over a brook and dipped the tip of your nose into the chilly water to smell the songs of fishes?
Looked up at the ceiling with your feet in the air and pretended to dance around the chandelier?
Lifted a stick into afternoon sunlight, and imagined it to be Excalibur?
Wrapped a paper bag around your head and hoped it were a diving helmet?
Cut a labyrinth out of a single piece of paper?
Spoke to a bird on the branches of a tree...and got a reply?
Made your hands pruned with water and glue because you were building a dragon?
Let your toes dance in the mud with the worms...who are the true guardians of secrets of the dead?
Found a key on the sidewalk, and wondered what treasure chest it may open?
Death has no grip upon those who look at the world...and see it as a writer sees a blank piece of paper - a whispered promise from a distant lover. Pain has no sway upon those who understand that magic exists, and rests within each and every person. Age has no power upon those who take the moment to bring joy to themselves, and to those whom they love, through the simplest gesture of imagination.
So sayeth the boy who wouldn't grow up.
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Date: 2008-11-25 11:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-28 03:18 am (UTC)Looked up at the ceiling with your feet in the air and pretended to dance around the chandelier?
I Flew Catherine on my Feet like she was an airplane last weekend...
Spoke to a bird on the branches of a tree...and got a reply?
This afternoon (technically, he jumped down onto a fence to continue the conversation). He was a very polite Scrub Jay.
Let your toes dance in the mud with the worms...who are the true guardians of secrets of the dead?
Almost did it last night - but it was FREAKING cold and my toes complained. (But I did do it in September).
Found a key on the sidewalk, and wondered what treasure chest it may open?
I found a secret passageway this week at work... but I need an explorer's light - the corridor is about 25 meters long and dark. And it NEEDS to be explored! I'm sure there is gold down that passageway.
Steve