SUMMER DREAMS
The shape seemed to glide over a sea of rainbow splendor, two dimensional and yet so full of animation. A gentle curve here, a pronounced angle there. A glory of innocence borne from the inner dreams of fantasy. Creative intrusions of reality. There was a great sense of tranquillity in the pastel shades, reminding me of the newness of springtime and wishes collected for special occasions yet to occur. I saw deeper than the actual portrayal of the steady contours. There was vitality and smiles, happiness and joy of living. A talent reserved for those as yet untouched by the harshness of the spoken word and the cruelty it imposes.
The pride in her eyes swelled and sparkled as she described each article in the Technicolor dream. The figure laughed with an exuberance of promised mischief, lips extending to the very edges of the figures oval features. The eyes were big and round with long lashes of varying colors. The profusion of hair was orange and bright green and the texture emphasized with a subtle hint of yellow sunshine rising above the backdrop of bluest ocean. The figure wore a long dress with multicolored buttons descending from the high neckline. From the dress sleeves grew fat arms with huge hands for holding a dozen ice-cream cones all at one go. A bikini top worn over the dress completed the outfit while two immensely fat legs stood rock steady on an orange sandy beach.
Her imagination portrayed the purity of innocence and the clarity to see beyond the obscure restrictions that cloud the adult mind. "it's you mommy, at the sea-side" she said, her little face beaming with delight and mischievous implications. Such is the beauty of children.
BUT WE DON'T KNOW WHERE WE'RE GOING,
WE SEE THE TRUTHE BUT CLOSE OUR EYES,
SHUTTING OUT THE WOEFUL CRIES,
WE ALL INDULGE IN WANTON SHAME,
DEFYING LIFE TO PLAY THE GAME,
WE CAN'T DO RIGHT FOR DOING WRONG,
BLAMING OTHERS ALL ALONG,
WE DON'T CARE OR GIVE A DAMN,
WHAT MAN ACHIEVES IS ALL A SHAM,
WE ARE DEAD BEFORE OUR BIRTH,
DESECRATING MOTHER EARTH,
WE ARE WISE AND WE ARE KNOWING,
NATURE KNOWS JUST WHERE WE'RE GOING,
ALL THE SEEDS THAT HAVE BEEN SEWN,
LEAVING MAN TO STAND ALONE,
DID WE THINK THAT WE ARE GROWING,
OR DO WE REALLY KNOW JUST WHERE WE'RE GOING
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