I photocopied them in cobalt bleu and magenta...then stored them gently on the Word Shelf between Children and Maryclaire. Then I started to paint the Children..."all the children too innocent to understand their crucial roles as gatekeepers of the imagination"...feeling something warm in my hand I opened it and looked at the Key, thinking it was to the Gate and upon a closer inquisitive look...

I saw that the key was shaped like the number 5...I closed my eyes and looked for the key hole that it would fit and found...it.

It was on the side of a box. I opened my eyes and inserted it, turning it... then slowly lifted the lid with both hands.

A smile assualted my face. For there in my hands I held the innocence of Eternal Eons.

I gazed at it in wonder.

I giggled as a tiny bird dog flew out and landed on my shoulder. I KNEW bird dogs could fly! At that moment I learned they could also talk.

He shared stories with me as I looked deeper into the box and made new innocent discoveries. In the corner of it I found a tiny mirror and carefully picked it up, and looked at it.

I saw in it, Mistie Bleu, sitting on a rock beside a pond. Holding her knees to her chest...she was reading the reflections of the sky above in the pond. The words filled her.

The bird dog stopped telling his story and with a slightly tilted head he too, read the words.

He finished, then looked at me...I, at that moment, seeing his reflection in the mirror, looked back at him.

He asked me if I read them, to which I replied, "Yes".

He then asked me who the Holy Roller Emperor Penguin God was and why was his top half was a bleu fish. And what had the words meant that he had just read about the Holy Roller Emperor God.

I snapped my finger and in that instant the bird dog knew and understood. He also understood the Great Love Mistie Bleu had for her Holy Roller Emperor Penguin God. A Love born of pure childish innocence.

I looked deeper in the box and found a chain. A link was broken. I carefully set the box down and reconnected the link. I was a circle once more.

I placed it around my finger and spun it, the individual links kissing my extended finger over and over, while I once again embarked on a thought train ride.

The bird dog took flight and swam through the air above my head, swimming around and around as his wings lifted him higher and higher...he whistled his song. Then he flew into my head through my ear.

On the thought train ride I glanced out the window and saw my Holy Rolling Emperor Penguin God sitting high and regal as ever on his Pedastal quickly which was quickly passing by. I felt the memories of him in my broken heart. His wings flapping against my wounds. I missed him.

Then I glanced out the window opposite of me and saw him laughing, eating Black Sea Lobster Ice Cream...dripping all over him. The thought train ride ended as suddenly as it had begun.

I found myself looking once again inside the box and noticed the bird dog had returned and was once more sitting, at home, on my shoulder.

My eyes again got very wide as I witnessed the innocence I held between my hands. It grew. Like purple slime in a B Horror movie, the innocence grew and soon I found my self not only wrapped in it but filled inside with it.

I laughed as I told the bird dog, "I love my Holy Roller Emperor Penguin God! I just love the heLL out of him!!"

The bird dog whistled back at me, "I know. I love him, too."