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An Ode To Walt: For Mickey On His 87th Birthday

Out of the mouse hole of my childhood,
made your first impression
on this sprouting brain,
enticed by the endless wonder
and entranced by the majestic splendor
of your colored two dimensional tales
that filled this void of a heart,
endings carved out 
of the most intricate dreams;
splendid beauty never gazed once upon before.

                      just a friendly, peppy mouse
                            frolicking jubilantly,
                                    ready to befriend this winsome psyche. 

A Wonderful World indeed,
embedding wishes upon stars
before these fabled eyes,
dreaming of a happier place
painting unbreakable magic over toil,
longing to rid my existence
of the clouded nightmares, 
far greater than Bald Mountain,
fantastic follies were never met with such welcome.

                   zip a dee dooh dahs
                              echo softly,
                                    fostered child delivered a glossy, coated package.

A faint princess and her seven miniature men,
a puppet who ached to be a real boy,
fairy godmothers, Never Never land,
fantasmic fantasias,
one Walt's waltz of fancy
and a spirited little mermaid;
all spellbinding stories that leaped
in this impressionable spirit,
like a bouncing tiger pouncing
on a silly ole' bear;
giving weight to my blossoming imagination
and giving this adolescent emerging hope.

         wishes upon stars
                    burn blazing,
                        giving this burdened soul whimsical optimism.

Back into the mouse hole
thirty five years young,
fireworks dazzle this now grown orphan
able to visit these fantasy destinations
and embed these heroic tales
on new impressionable egos,
never loosing the impeccable power
and growing in this vessel of flesh
like thorns over a guarded castle,
never escaping,
never fleeting,
burning brighter than mystical candlelight;
fiction and life joined in the humanity.

         Be My Guest
                   chants gingerly,
                               all from the magic of one mouse.

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