Wonderland
Eyes dancing, prancing,
catching sunlight like jewels –
so very alive.
Life is his candy store,
tasting and touching everything,
like Alice, when she went to Wonderland,
meeting the freaks and the pixies,
being everything, everywhere,
until Wonderland is no longer the perpetual Christmas,
and, like Alice, he’s falling through a seemingly endless black hole
somewhere between heaven and hell, life and death,
where darkness is the only thing known.
Will he hit the bottom, touch the ground, go through the looking glass,
or fall forever ‘till he’s so lost he cannot remember his world, his life.
Sometimes the dancing eyes, like crystal balls,
seem to say everything and mean nothing,
seem to reveal the pain, while chronicling the apathy.
His laugh floats across the air, soaring above my heart,
sometimes deep and hearty,
sometimes manic and cackling.
And I watch him, his grubby nicotine-stained fingers clutching my heart,
his sad twisted mind unreachable, untouchable, unlovable.
copyright 2006 Katherine Andrews
