There is a boy,
With honeycombs for eyes
And strawberries for lips
And warm blanket inside his mouth
That beckons silly mermaids
He has beautiful hands
Impeccable fingers whose sole purpose
Should be to caress delicate skin
And when he smiles
Oh, when he smiles
There are waterfalls flowing
And volcanoes erupting
And sunshine beaming
When he smiles the world is frozen
Time stands still
As the hands on the old clock
This boy has secrets
He whispers melodies so potent
They break through iron walls
Like a zeppelin in the sky
His biggest secret
Resides insides
Beneath layers and facades
Necessary to evade mediocrity
This secret beats and sends vibrations
It is a drum set
It is a guitar solo
It is in itself a wonder
This secret, his heart, is captivating
Mesmerizing and addictive
So much that it makes you dance
To the private beat of his secret music
And as you dance you're flying
Back to where it all began
Back to the honeycombs and strawberries
And in this moment
You are happy