The Cabin

Come along with me , let me take you there, where the children play, writing mystery to air, it’s not so far away, that your never free, disturb your darker life, train your heart to see. In an older wood, that laughs at finery, while the sun grows hot, in transparency, where lost boys do play, with strange spark, this day, shroud my heart in the cabin, okay. Bring your pens along, bring some color too, we will write strange words, sing if what we could, oh there’s guns and dolls, and a mind or three, we will build this dream in this older tree.

And were spinning in the cabin, speaking spells upon free time, making magic out of fodder, books of shadows out of rhyme, well were walking reflective waters, to the charm that never dies.

We are crafting canon letters in the cabin of our life, oh my friend we found a secret, of a brilliance in disguise, look it talks just like an angel, tea doll words they always rhyme. Wendy will you take us higher through the upper window back, oh it’s just a little secret, to guard the pirate front attack. For you know we hide a treasure, that no witch has ever seen, it’s the cabin in Missouri, sometimes myths are built on dreams.

And were spinning in the cabin, speaking spells upon free time, making magic out of fodder, books of shadows out of rhyme, well were walking reflective waters, to the charm that never dies.

Gray eyed spy that looks for coding, in the codex that we spin, secret agents, in the nighttime, when you hide beneath roof tin. For I think I heard a story, that was transferred by these walls, we will spy upon the neighbors, when our cabin leader calls. For this cabin reaches unkempt gates, where children hide their fates, and they sell their souls to hidden thoughts, that life initiates. Oh this cabin celebrates a time, when play it ruled the earth, when the genius of that unseen brought forth a richer birth. Well it seems I found a wooden source, that sparkles like a dream, and who would have thought, we found the way, to live what was unseen.

And were spinning in the cabin, speaking spells upon free time, making magic out of fodder, books of shadows out of rhyme, well were walking reflective waters, to the charm that never dies.

The cabin has disappeared now, a victim of progress, and development, much in a sad way like the imagination and play of so many, both young and old. The cabin is dedicated to Diane, (whom I have always loved) the Wendy to many of us lost lads, tearing through the fields in summertime, and finding rejuvenation for our unconquered spirits and minds, in the cabin. – 01.20.2015 – דָּנִיֵּאל

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6 thoughts on “The Cabin

  1. …when play it ruled the earth…
    Brilliant writing, as I now always expect when notified you have posted something new. You have a way with words that many seek. Thank you, sir wordsmith!

  2. book of shadows out of rhyme
    one of my favorite past-times 🙂
    I really liked your words you have spun into magick tonight….
    you seem very comfortable spinning and stirring the words
    Thank you for sharing….I wish the cabin had survivde progress
    Take Care…You Matter…
    )0(
    maryrose

  3. Thank you Maryrose for your kind words. I am glad you liked this! I wish so many cabin’s and groves would have survived, including those in so many wonderful peoples minds! thank you for commenting! 🙂

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