Somewhere sandwiched in between
lives the Queen
of the land of wishes and dreams.
Sunbeams fall thick and hot
in that same land that time forgot.
The key is a man who knows not
but what he knows he hasn’t forgot.
An opening forms in his mind
a doorway to another place
eyes light up his face.
In this land the fairies dance
to hypnotic beats
and centaurs prance
the nymphs bathe
the sprites rave.
For they are hidden in paintings
illustrations that move
in the corner of your eye you can almost see
them moving but you need the magic to believe.
They are doorways to other worlds
seen by many boys and girls
they hid from us in art and paintings, long years
and in the refracted light of artists tears
gives birth to unicorns without fears
for they say authors artists and dreamers
are the subjects of the Queen of these worlds
sent by her into this mortal realm
to create more doors and keys
for these creatures to inhabit
for she is the Queen and her symbol is the white Rabbit
but she is never late
for she can read the stars of fate.
By Daniel Hooks
AKA Alienpoet on Facebook
