Treacle Well

Peter Pan ain't got nothin' on me;
From the land of sandcastles and ponytails,
Ribbons and dragons' scales-
We ride the dreams of fairies' wings and tapered strings,
Night lights and fireflies, the constellations in our eyes,
And scattered remnants of berry pie as nightmares crease the folds of time.
Follow the Rabbit, tumble down,
Tumble down the Treacle Well
Let imagination fill your sails,
As you tumble through the Treacle Well.

Sipping lemonade in the tire swing,
Pink petticoats and flights on a unicorn
It's a time of laughs, not knowing scorn.
Imaginary elves and a Yellow Brick Road, can your Ruby Slippers take you home?
Hold tight your Rabbit, tumble down,
Through the Treacle Well, tumble down,
Tumble down the Treacle Well,
Uncover treasure wher'er you fell.

Sir Lancelot came to rescue me,
He thought my fancies lay elsewhere.
(Not swimming with the Mermaids faire, or drinking tea in Tumnus' Lair.)
Could it be a vision gone, with castles disappearing on?
Can you see your Rabbit here, go round?
Through the Treacle Well, tumbling down,
Tumble down the Treacle Well,
Don't let loose the magic from the spell.

I listen still to the mirrors thoughts,
And travel by way of Pirates ships,
And down beanstalk ropes, by moonlight's tricks.
Though a hundred years, in a tower I slept,
and my glass slippers on my feet I've kept,
I'll fall through the looking glass.
Into the wardrobe I'll stray,
I've kept time with the Rabbit, and here I'll stay.

So take my hand and tumble down,
Through the Treacle Well, we'll tumble down,
To those who stay behind "farewell",
I still love tumbling through the Treacle Well.

Secrets of Olde

With dalliance in the night
the mummers whirl about in sashes of color
weaving the web once spun in ancient rime
watching as the gypsies take flight.

Lanterns swinging in the willows faire,
drums christening the initiation of gaiety
laurels twined in and out of plaits of gold and bronze, crown blushing maidens;
plucking them from this chaste and holy lair.

Patterns of lovers and players bound with ribbons and magic;
festivities of the eventide gambol on through the morrow
compositions of life unwind,
leaving behind the unhallowed layers.