A Place To Belong

Beneath sleeping eyes, for the lost and

The marred begins a parade, carrying

Heavy human hearts that have begun

To fade. Away and hidden from view,

A world does awaken, a china garden

Of broken figurines quietly forsaken.

Flaring skirts caught in a whimsical

Waltz, gentlemen kneeling to raise

Their leading lady's fluttering pulse.

Golden lines and silver pin-stripe, an

Old man sat in his porcelain chair,

Smoking a pipe. Statues standing

With poise and with power,

Shimmering gowns draping

Graceful figures in velvet flowers.

On patterned cobbles of blue and

Of white, clinking footsteps dancing

Near-by hanging shoes of twinkling

Fairy-lights. Ornamental faces

Smiling into fracturing features lit

By joy, and overseen by a miniature

Marionette's guiding gaze and clock-

Work boy. Watching over the march

Of melancholy hearts and suffering

Minds, rising in a ballad of dreams

That bind. Opening gates of a

Youthful yawning, timid fragile

Feet joining a night of wishing and

Wonder, until the dawning of morning.