SilverOscar

Happily ever after never is what it seems,
Away from the view, reality has it's own schemes,
When joined with a person who constantly leans,
What you do with a handful of magical beans?

She was short to discover that this was no Knight
But a wizard who had rescued her from her plight
And her touch would energize him to do most anything
So what could come more natural than, in sequence, a ring?

But Looking at their hovel, she said this won't do
for I am a Lady, and I have a need or two
So, if you wouldn't mind a little change in you
Then we can be happy, and pleasurous too

Her smile commanded and so it was granted,
This once meager home into a tower of granite,
She would gaze out the window and back in his eyes,
For once, she had contentment, and (3 was his prize.

All her life she had struggled, and that struggle created in her an inner strength, which shined and drew attention
But, this newfound atmosphere of comfort, awakened her inner dragon, a secret her family forgot to mention

As the years passed, they grew together, and so did their home
The single tower became a castle worthy of even Rome
But Out of her magic mirror, she wished they couldn't see her
Which would put people into bubbles of what was to be known

Her eyes hardened to emeralds, her smile painted on each day,
She'd touch up with her cover up, but it wouldn't go away
her skin became scale, and from her lies, she grew a tail
But as long as she breathed out the bubbles, everything would be ok

Once upon a time can sound so cliche,
So we'll use another, Long ago and far away.
When really, it could be tomorrow, now, or yesterday.
Time is irrelevant in what I'm going to say.

There once was a boy who loved to make things go
People and things and problems too, you know?
He'd go around, seeing what made things tick
That'd get him in trouble, so he'd have to take a lick

As he grew, so did his powers, or "magic", one might say
People came to look to him as a wizard, others would go away
But in his mind, he was just as you or I, ordinary and mundane
Just a man who would help out in his own way, which may not be the same

So he kept his head down by the day and worked his magic by the night
His craft was quite surprising, and to see others' joy was his delight
But to keep himself hidden, a must, it had to be
or people would be clamoring at his doorstep, especially the not so needy

His ability bought him nothing for himself, yet brought him joy for others, which to him was all the same
So, although in outward poverty, he was the happiest man across whos path you've ever came

The story then shifts, as most stories do
To a pretty young girl, yellow hair and eyes of blue
Who sparked a smile, just for a while,
in every person she knew

The wizard came across her in her lowest state,
And feigned a knight, her wounds to abate,
She swooned, she sighed, they embraced, they flied
off to his castle to seal their fate.

The Sun rose up. The sun sets low.
From where it has come, to thence it must go.
A Post Card from God, written to me each day,
I open the one at my feet, and inside I feel it say;

Look in, Look up, Look beyond, Look through

Look into your self, and radiate what you find.
Be the source, not the echo; the rest will come to mind.
Look up to the heavens. Shout it out until the emptiness rings.
Then Listen to the silence roar, and watch what the stillness brings.
Look Beyond the time in which your mind can dwell
Realize the strings of time, and rationalize what the futures foretell.
Look Through the many optics, not just yours or theirs,
But the rocks that cry out, and the mountains that come to bear.

Thus, a simple truth comes into my mind, as I close the card, and go my way;
Sometimes we must take a step back, in order to step up; my Affirmation of the Day.