It was quite an old Thought

But it wanted to dance

with shimmering stars

and drink up the azure sky

like a blue curacao mojito

abandoning its inhibitions

like a reckless striptease artist

in the champagne cabaret

Of the glass goblet of space

So it escaped the prison of mind

Soared like a kite into the sphere

Of imagination with the escape velocity

Of a spaceship or a teenager

Eloping with a forbidden lover

In a Victorian novel headed for Gretna Green

and ultimately perhaps like Tess

for the gallows , but it was beyond caring

so it floated away, careless as a bottle

set on the rising tide with a message

by desperate castaways on a desert island

unaware of it’s life and death significance

delighted to be bobbing up and down

on the foamy ocean waves till a kindred soul

found it and held it as delicately

as it would a moth or a butterfly

with the secret of everlasting youth

scribbled upon its gossamer wings .

The thought changed the world

but alas ! the world did not even realise

that it had emerged from the chrysalis

Till it was almost too late

But not quite. And so the World

was saved by Thought and Imagination.

Hence Poetry.