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.