A Magical Land
I opened my eyes to a magical land,
Took a moment for my mind to expand,
Smiled at the things close at hand,
Rummaged in the attic to taste what’s planned;
Another day for a desperate stand.
She stirred beside me without a care,
Opened her eyes on everywhere,
Reached out to cuddle me close
With the healing touch that means the most.
Then up to it with the tea and toast.
The sun smiled,
Green leaves throbbed,
Butterflies capered,
Bees bobbed,
Crows cawed
Swifts screamed
But nothing much
Was as it seemed.
Outside the door the battle loomed.
Casualties sagged with ideals entombed.
I took my place in the front line,
Hanging on to what was mine:
A ragged warrior lost in time.
Hard to remember what and why
As years pass and friends fly by;
Dreams perish and babies cry.
Ensnared by the eternal slice of the pie.
But the dream’s alive
Amid greed and hate.
Embers flare
At the edge of the gate.
The spirit still roars from under the weight
She touches my hand
All twinkling eyes
Full of love
And morning skies.
The strength flows,
Tenacity grows.
Where we’re going
No-one knows!
We ran through the forests
Danced on the plains,
Conquered the seas
Crossed the mountain range.
Roamed the deserts,
Through the strength of our brains.
We filled the air
With the joy of our song,
Praising the sun,
The land and the sky.
Filling our minds with the where, what and why?
In all of this we belong
Yet that is where it all went wrong.
Creating leaders,
Inventing gods
Possessions and armies
Rockers and Mods.
In an endless sequence of agony and gore
Tragic stupidity; endless war;
We live in the days of mindless hordes,
Fake news, propaganda and threat of the spores.
We’ve lost our connection to the bees and the trees,
Brought Mother Nature down to her knees.
In the senseless game that we play
Where a few get everything
And the mindless just pray.
Our inventions betray us
Rob us of life.
Cut from reality
With the stroke of a knife.
The future a blizzard,
The past a blood bath.
Looking for purpose
You must be having a laugh!!
Opher – 2.8.2024
It’s a little epic; stretching from the personal to the universal and crossing time. More than a passing nod to the great Roy Harper – Me And My Woman, The Lord’s Prayer, The Game – though I do not claim to warrant any comparison.
The stupidity and gullibility of mankind never ceases to amaze me.
Our propensity for violence, endless wars; our blind ignorance.
An amazing, magical land; a mysterious journey, marred by tribalism, greed and hate. We deploy our inventions of leaders, gods, politics and lust against ourselves.
Born in a magical land we ignore the abundant treasure for a pocket full of fool’s gold.