there once was a child who swam in orchids
but their scent was long lost
drowning in an ocean of sadness
to time's cruelest boss
to be ignored
and never noticed
the boy was in vicious reverie
for a fairy tale he never knew
in a motionless ship at sea
but one did watch
perched on an island
and every day he wept
because he too
was under rug swept
he wanted to rescue this child
he wanted him to be free
but the storms between them were a hindrance
to all that could be
so the islander trained and struggled
to learn the ways of nature
so to tame the storms
and be of good stature
drew his shield and sword
and built a ship of iron
this was war
and this battle was to be fought
not for money or greed
but for the heart
_Damian Wilde (for a very special boy)
