The Ballad of a Puppeteer

"I've got time to think about the beauty of a
thousand variations of the beating little wing
of a humming bird suspended in the aspic of the world."

The puppet master manipulates his characters in a sophisticated fashion, A classic red dress designed to twirl as the strings make the beauty prance. The puppet master pours the total of his efforts into a dead end passion, The stomp of tiny white dress shoes as strings force the prince to dance. The puppet master long ago fathomed his wonderful story would surmount, As wooden marionettes cross the stage in a one, two, one, two silent count. Under the moonlight in the loft of a tower he works through the night, Worn through years of use, do you think you can't imagine anything so lonely?

Time keeps dragging on.

Irrevocably yours,
~Chiko.