Here I am sitting.No one knowing who I am,
Or what I am thinking.
I dream of a time of "sir" and "madam."
Such a time was that!
A time of fantasy and imagination.
Where a gentleman had a mind under that hat.
And a time of myth and mystification.
Can we ever get back to the past?
Could we go back to a simpler time?
Or are we being pulled along like a ship by its mast?
A time when there was imagination in a crime.
And transportation was by a hansom cab.
Where fictional literature was commonplace.
When Sherlock Holmes worked with chemicals in his lab,
And heard the tale of the lady with the veil over her face.
A time when the world was amazed
By Sherlock Holmes' powers of observation and deduction.
When the world was devistated by his demise,
And was overjoyed at his "ressurrection."
This is a time that I think of.
A simple time of simple satisfactions.
This is a time that I dream of.
A time of complex deceptions.
Vanessa Wangen
Copyright� 2001 Vanessa Wangen
