Reflections From Time Bandits (A Musical CD by Pier Paderni and Andrea Ortu)

Like mirrors looking back
to forgotten paths,
laughing, loving, dreaming-
dream's food, images de'ja vu.
On echoing notes thoughts ride
a magic carpet through endless sky,
timeless moments,
worlds unknown,
but known.

Spirit of Light,
Goddess of Night
whose starburst flush my eyes,
could it be my old home,
a friend, a love, a life?
What piper this be
who guides me here?
What god he serves,
what rite?

Lost in the sound,
stripped and bear,
free willing spirit I am
floating in air.
'Cross twinkling lakes
and bamboo streams, drenched
in winds of unchained melody
and love unbound
through space and time.

Copyright 2008 Francis D. Daniels

The Matrix

See how the sun eases from its sleep.
There's no need to fear the day.
Should you listen, you may hear
the songbirds sing, and smell
sweet blossoms suffused in air.


There's no worry in the seagull's cry-
he's announcing his eagerness to play,
nor the grimace in the pelican's face,
rather, an aloof disposition smuggly displayed.


And the wind as it wafts across the sea,
stirring, fast and free,
is marking its fate with some sailing ship
for a new port to reach.


And as the day falls asleep,
dark, sullen voices appear,
no need to fear the night
for it is guarded by the moon
who rains out her kisses about the earth
and magic flitter from her starry sisters,
who fill our thoughts with wistful contemplation-


To awake to find a new morning
morphed from the matrix
of our dreams.


Copyright 2008 Francis Don Daniels