In the End

You are my laugh
You're every giggle that tickled me silly, you know
I've got one for you to tell
A joke that's better than life itself

Knock-knock tell me a story
Of when you were three years old
And punch-lines were
Slow lines at the Disney park
You see, it was dreamy
All that creamy whipping
Fried dough dripping with
Chocolate sauce
And rainbow sprinklers sprinkled on the
Candy grass
It was fun, and licorice wheels trailed skid marks...
Trailed love

And it stopped the clock,
Big Ben took a nap for awhile,
And Salvador Dali drooped his
Last
Melting
Chime

It was a fun time
It was a fun time

When you flew and were free
And climbed tall in the
Evergreen trees
And the meadows with shadows and
Stinger bumble bees
Shook your grin
Less than a pope preaches sin
The lemons were purple and tasted of
Thyme
Scarborough Fair sang its music
Once more

It was a fun time
It was a fun time

And history, for you, was the
Blink of an eye
Because after age three, you were
Already nine
The nursery rhymes were feeling so old--
They seemed no longer alive
And lullabies led to long cries of
Good old times,
Good fun times

It was a fun time
It was a fun time

When Daddy was home,
the household was prone
To erupt in song, once in awhile
But after the sunspots and
Fire, the burns left only warm, beating
Stone

And it crumbled

Flowed into the heavenly
Mirror
A cloud of ashes and light
Reflected in heavens and
Standing there, too, a
Silhouette of golden air
And hawk's wingtips were the
Arch of a brow
The oaks and pines for you drew out his
Frame
And enlivened the day
Your heart broke deep and your
Grip grew weak, but your
Vision cleared in a whole new way

It was this that drew tears of
Molten steel from the
Furnace of your heart
Your bones weighted of lead
But your gaze sought a
New start
The sun and rain that once came before
Became the sun and rain
And all stayed the same.

But YOU changed

Light as an ounce of air now
The sickness gone away
You showed a new shell
Shed a new light
Lit a passion deep
You forged a new staff with which to
Beckon all your sheep
And they were happy and relieved, because
Nature had taken her
Rightful turn,
Even though at first if felt unfair
It was check-mate
You were the rook
You saw your great king
Fall

And although you were blind at first,
There was reason to it all

In the end,
It was a fun time, or at least
It was acceptable, natural

It was still a fun time, in
The end.