The Broken Clock Of This Wonderland Poem by Vincent Dali

I would love to expose her to my wonderland,
My world of fantasy
To share with her what makes me tick, tock
The working clock shows her a light heart, but a dark mind
That is if she does not mind
The time it takes to make her mine

My heart light with love
My body burning up in lust
Yet my mind a cool and dark place
For her to chill, not to the bone
But merely the soul
So she may strut and gaze upon my mind in this wonderland

Unfazed by morals’ shadow casting down
Walking around cool under a tree of mirrors
That reflects stairs, stairs we share in a stroll
To the clock tower
Yet in this land of majesty time makes us neither grow old or cower

She enjoys the euphoric scent of the wind
The rain pours orange in spite of a darkened cloud above
Angels sing, yet not of love
They merely mock these demons
For their hideous faces make only moans of obsessive envy

Yet, as clockwork orange as can be
Nothing is as it seems
So be what it may
This world of fantasy does not exists in days nor years, nor tears, nor skin
Only a world created from within

An imagination grown in the center of its garden
Its fruit sweeter than her lips
Yet its juice much weaker, less succulent than that which flows between her hips
Upon my lips trickles ice sickles
Yet they remain unfrozen

The vegetation rejoices as it is watered by her
The doors purr as she unlocks them
Too many doors for an infinite God to count
So she paces herself and opens them without self doubt
Puppets and strings, and zombie like things caught in a spider’s web
Dark skeletons catching rain in there mouths
Yet in vain for it flows smoothly through their hollow beings
She enjoys these sights
She is not blinded by darkness or light
She appears everyway to be just right

So all doors are open to her
If it takes her forever
I will be her infinite audience of implore
For every door explored will open another
Deep in the forest of many unforgiving lore
Future, past, even present exists no more
Only this wonderland of fantasy exists
And the woman I adore - forevermore