Shrek

the movie

is over..

eyes watch

the sun

go down

beyond

the far horizon

a million lights

come on

a new world

rises

a princess

by day

an ogre

by night

Is the

princess..beautiful?

wonders

the mind

yes..

says the eye

that is no longer

blind

Is the

ogre..beautiful?

it sits up

again

Yes..

it is..

more than a rose

whispers vision

it is beautiful

and not vain

then eye sees

rain clouds

gather

look it says

it looks

like rain..

the drops

come together

with gentle winds

spraying memory

sending it into

a tailspin

Broken snatches

of conversation

words from

a past

left far behind..

the same words

wind brought

then..to the ears

strangely..this spray

gently reminds

‘Oh!’ the words

aloud they utter

with strange emotions

they speak

of one Father’s

daughter

‘I tell you

You should have

Seen her

You should have

Seen her’

they fumble..

in strange

passion

for words

to describe her

‘God alone knows

what came

over her

please do something’

the words plead

to another

‘please do something

to pacify her’

their tongues

stumble

wary of the words

rushing out..

but their minds

in overdrive

in sheer anguish

brought

upon by their

very own deeds

‘we can only

only appeal

to a daughter’

they repeat

oh help us

help us

reason with..

an ogre