A Ramble through Smilie Land

Morning dear Morning,
When I think of you dear morning,
I think of calm and peace
Of birds singing in the trees
I think of tea and coffee
Of croissant and of egg,
But most of all dear Morning I like to think of bed.

Of rushing off to school,
Of stubbing my toe
Of toothpaste disasters of losing my shoe
You see to me, dear Morning,
You are more than this, you are;
Morning, dear Morning.

But ...

The depth of the Darkness,
The tears and despaire,
They all come to haunt you
There is no hope to spare

Sad and alone,
Your dreams have perverted,
Ambitions deserted
There is noone to help you
And noone to care.

Like the sunset of a winters day
happy thoughts come and fade a way
And all that is, is cold and grey.

To escape from the drudgery, a hamsters wheel
To know this is not fate and set with seal
One must learn to see, to hear, to feel.

To find the answer to my riddle retreat within ones self
and in the attic of your mind, take that box off of the shelf
and look down and see that which is a childs wealth.

Take out ...

Rolling on waves came Pain,
Anger, hate it was Grief’s domain,
And so I sought refuge in Silence.
O Blessed Silence!

How I hate the Silence!
The bait was sweet the Trap is strong,
Now I am here it won’t get gone.
I endure a living death.

I am dead. Is not this death?
This loss of care, this senseless flesh?
And life is a grey mist like mesh.
Turn up the volume.

I crave sound. I seek its ...