The treetops the chimneys the snowbed stories winter grey. Wildflowers those meadows of heaven wind in the wheat. A railroad across waters the scent of grandfatherly love. Blue bayous Decembers moon through a dragonfly’s wings. Where is the wonder where’s the awe. Where’s dear Alice knocking on the door. Where’s the trapdoor that takes me there. Where’s the real is shattered by a Mad Marsh Hare. Where is the wonder where’s the awe. Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for. Before the years take me. I wish to see. The lost in me. I want my tears back. I want my tears back now. A ballet on a grove still growing young all alone. A rag doll a best friend the voice of Mary Costa