Twirling On One Leg Also

 

My Tin Soldier is growing in stature, he might 

not be marching much nor poking his nose into 

all kinds of poetic stuff, but he still wanders the 

wide expanse of the mind, he still thinks in ways 

that will make maidens fall in love with the great 

things he says since he understands meaning 

Without it all having to be explained, he knows 

because he's been there before and took the 

many flights that revealed magnificent realms 

of the mind: now he is tethered to the ground, 

cannot find the magic door opening beyond 

confinement of physical restriction - maybe

He can learn to fly by developing his inner eye,

opening his mind to new perspectives which 

do not require sensory involvement - maybe 

he can resolve into a Beethoven composing 

song even while he was growing deaf, maybe

if I keep prodding him, his inner alien might 

Wake up and take the reins and when that 

happens, I will fly him right over the horizon

into the tin-soldier-world where one-legged

towers of strength are supported by these 

ballerinas twirling on one leg also!