I am the White Rabbit.
I thought once I was Alice
Curious and full of wonderment
Treading lightly in stocking feet
Overly observant of door mice, tea parties, and hatters
Blissfully naive -
The world, my wonderland.
then,
the rabbit hole
wormholed.
And it seemed I traded in my mary janes
for rabbit feet.
No time for stargazing or lollygagging
Now there's just no time.
No time! No time!
Pocket-watches be damned
even Grandfather clocks mock my meager attempts
digital tumblings towards temporary tomorrows
digits daring, glaring
daunting, taunting
teasing us all
daydreamers and poets
to wake up!
Tag Archives: Alice in Wonderland
Dreaming Star
The lines begin to blur
Upon waking, this doesn't feel real
And that - those images last night
... ... ... were just a dream?
Lost in memories
Lost in this dream-space
Your hand and your invitation
Pulling me away
deeper into it all
You asked and I followed
Further into my very own rabbit hole
Running after you, my guide
Seeing the future of some nether time
This
my dream-space
All I want
All I want
All I want
(these brief seconds)
For this streamship not to diverge from this course
From your arms
From this space of us
Nights when Gaiman reigns supreme
are the norm
not the exception
So to be in this place
dancing to the beat of this drum
in the lights of this stage
your music moving everyone
and me
your star girl
Will become nothing but an un-memory
in this dream space
I am the dreaming star
you made your wish upon
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Waiting for Time
Time waits
For no (wo)man
Always spiraling towards some (un)certain chaos
We wait
Oh, Alice
How did it feel
Tumbling down the rabbit hole?
In my whole life
I’ve never met a girl
Sweeter than you.
The daily grind
Hours approaching
Minutes pass
We wonder
what if… what if… what if…
I waited
And you never came
Rain poured down and soaked me through
And still there was no sign of you.
I chased after shadows and clutched onto seconds like a vital elixir of life
Never understanding that life was passing me by with each tick-tick-tick of the clock.
Now I sit back on my heels and wonder – where did that time go?
Why did I subject myself to all of that waiting, by the precious hour-hands of your clock
All of the white rabbits controlling my puppet strings
And I, such a silly Alice, chasing after them all.
Spiraling forward into the here and now
I get it
Hindsight is 20-20 and I can see with perfect vision the reason for it all.
Gazing at the hands that will forever hold my heart
Embracing the cosmic irony that weaves itself through the universe
Smashing every single instance of time to make it stand still
Now that I’ve found my one true love.
