Storytime

'Twas the night before,

When all through the world,

No words, no dreams

Then one day,

A writer by a fire

Imagined all Gaia

Took a journey into a child-man's heart...



A painter on the shore

Imagined all the world

Within a snowflake on his palm

Unframed by poetry,

A canvas of Awe

Planet Earth

Falling back in to the stars...



I am the voice of never, never land,

The innocence of dreams of every man,

I am the empty crib of Peter Pan,

A silent kite against the blue, blue sky,

Every chimney, every moonlit'sight

I am the story that will read you real,

Every memory that you hold dear



I am the journey,

I am the destination,

I am the home

The take that reads you

A way to taste the night,

The Elusive High!

Follow the madness,

Alice, you know once did



Imaginarium, a dream emporium!

Caress the tales

And they will dream you real

A storyteller's game,

Lips that intoxicate

The core of all life

Is a limitless chest of tales...



I am the voice of never, never land,

The innocence of dreams of every man,

I am the empty crib of Peter Pan,

A silent kite against the blue, blue sky,

Every chimney, every moonlit'sight

I am the story that will read you real,

Every memory that you hold dear



I am the voice of never, never land,

The innocence of dreams from every man,

Searching heavens for another earth...



I am the voice of never, never land,

The innocence of dreams of every man,

I am the empty crib of Peter Pan,

A silent kite against the blue, blue sky,

Every chimney, every moonlit'sight

I am the story that will read you real,

Every memory that you hold dear