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.