Monday, May 21, 2007

The Magic Table




"As the sun simmers with heat
You will find treasures underneath"
.
The message was clear
It came to him as he laid down
Head on the center, hands open
on the big magic table
.
He shared his message
And from that day
Every time his son played the violin
The table gave him one dollar to many
.
Years passed
Who knows how many more
The table will give
Until the day truth to his son will be hissed
.
Mysteries and fairy tales
We live them everyday
Play with your past
Laugh at all the details
.
How can all be shown
The infinite sea can't stop its flow
You will die once you are bored
To come back as a child playing with baby dolls
.
Until then, here is one fairy I was told

"Open your arms wide, stretch to the floor
And when your prayers are answered, thank the day you are born"
.
.

2 comments:

sweetscentofbeirut said...

gorgeous poem

so free

so light hearted

so elated

so jubilant

so innocent

Mone said...

these nice words describe my feeling when I wrote the poem :)