Fantasmic

Below the Magic Kingdom

still spreads its spellbound mantle,

decors of animated enchantment in bewitching edifices

have held visitors mesmerized and in awe

as they soared through imagination’s technical extravaganza,

but now the eve ebbs of fire,

adrenaline slows and the body feels the ache

from hours of walking and riding

where Disney’s sorcerers of creativity

have produced their fantasy thrills.

 

Above is where the night explodes

neon pinwheels flash in their intensity

before the thunder of the blast bellows

with all the firework feast

that grabs the mind and rivets the heart

while it burns its stunning spectacle

over the steeples of Sleeping Beauty’s castle,

its booms echo through the streets

bringing a bedazzling display that outshines the stars.

 

Those illumined eruptions are etched it the brain

they become such vivid memories

seen whenever the eyes are closed

and reviving that mood and merriment

when for a day you escaped reality.

 

I work three miles from that theme park

at nights I see their feast of sparkling rainbows

dance for a few precious seconds in the sky,

each appearance stirs a flashback

to a time I was on some ride.

 

Then it is really a truth I cherish

how that Mickey realm of legerdemain

stays with you as a cerebral souvenir

long after you exited its paradise.