Storytime
`Twas the night beforeWhen all through the worldNo words, no dreams, then one day
A writer by a fireImagined all GaiaTook a journey into a child-man`s heart
A painter on the shoreImagined all the worldWithin a snowflake on his palm
Unframed by poetryA canvas of awePlanet Earth falling back into the stars
I am the voice of Never-Never-LandThe innocence, the dreams of every manI am the empty crib of Peter Pan
A silent kite against the blue, blue skyEvery chimney, every moonlit sightI am the story that will read you realEvery memory that you hold dear
I am the journeyI am the destinationI am the homeThe tale that reads you
A way to taste the nightThe elusive highFollow the madnessAlice, you know once did
ImaginariumA dream emporiumCaress the talesAnd they will dream you real
A storyteller`s gameLips that intoxicateThe core of all life is a limitless chest of tales
I am the voice of Never-Never-LandThe innocence, the dreams of every manI am the empty crib of Peter Pan
A silent kite against the blue, blue skyEvery chimney, every moonlit sightI am the story that will read you realEvery memory that you hold dear
I am the voice of Never-Never-LandThe innocence, the dreams of every manSearching heavens for another Earth