A Fantazien Window

Imagination, Neotrepidia, Naturficial Wonder

Whispering Seashells

  • Puddle Deep, Mirror High

    Puddle Deep, Mirror High

    I saw him dancing in the rain,Catching puddles in his hands,Where I mistook his thirst for joy,His “make me stay” for panta rhei,When all I wanted was a photograph,Of our two hearts beating as one.But I felt the camera obscuring,Bright lightning flashes, bang, bang,There I took my stand, I took my shot,And now love lies… Read more

  • The Sky is Falling

    The Sky is Falling

    Penny is playing at castles todayTides come and wash them awayShe thought she’d make some plansMaybe find some better sandsOther children so happy in their wayIt seemed so simple just to play,She took her pale to happy spade Spoke of the greatest castle ever made, They laughed, she cried, she went awayNow she works instead… Read more

  • The Watershed

    The Watershed

    Arizona still dreams of loving you,A little blue girl in a red world,I wanted to stay, but I had to go,To follow your star in the shows I know,Maybe I’ve seen this one already,It’s once upon a time in Hollywood,We were both struck by midnightThought that dawn would make it rightBut I knew we’d need… Read more

  • Demigo Now

    Demigo Now

    I went to see the bigger picture, To bury myself in its details, To catch a ride to Hawaii,And see myself coming out of the sea, Our little Cambrian family. But we had to hide ourselves, Among the prettier pieces, Of a broken and brittle world, That has already bought and sold us. So I… Read more

  • Wild Dirigible

    Wild Dirigible

    These little hills are mine to climb,Coz even girls fall from time to time.I’m down begging on your streets, And she’s praying in his pews, But it’s my church that you abuse. Sweet peas and mash potatoesYour laundry list of domestic blissMy cat drags you in and you play along, And I do hope we… Read more

  • The Lady of the Pieces

    The Lady of the Pieces

    I left the stage and the sounds below,To warm with you upon this winter’s chill,Playing at us on the flying trapeze,We pretty things fall into each other,But alone I am left to catch the rain.A carillon of clouds is ringing in me,But no-one is picking up the phone,So time and I will have to leave… Read more