Fantasticalpaintings

They have all done the steps of the rail, Except for the ladies of the dock and the shipmaster and the fish that just swoops, No one ever swims at this time of year, or any other time, Time is just getting its feet back, It is teeming in the dark alley ways, And near the country side, which is in  a strange green, The new people are large in step and posture, and are braver than the last, But will not know of the Real, They like walking in a medieval city, There are still trees and river outside, The gate is closing, the day is nearing, And the great fish swoops past the harbour island entrance where they all used to live

Oh! There is Light!, or if  it is something else - Be it something else for our sakes, oh dear hope! The Grecian columns and stairs and The feeling of an Isle; Picking me right up. The green caves and vegetable gardens: They are stored and categorized so well So well now our city' s roofs can Grow and; Cascading inside us all will be that something else from nature, from our hidden universe: To save us back to the surface and to the latter:  Forever we shall Seek the  hidden sky of blue trees and yellow light once more.

Standing tall outside among them too, These are my trees They have likened to me since I was a boy They can call the score of any of my games They know all my favourite hitters and pitchers As I wind up They whisper the count, Now the game is in the late stages One minute they are calm, still, The next they roar, with a likeness of a crowd And they build pressure too For when the game is really Hard and I want to Win For real They clamour to get back And dinner will be ready, So I wave up at them, like I am some famous fielder, and sign off They are my technology, link to sanity