In dreams
I travel back in time,
to places that I visited long before,
but now the outlines have changed,
The ground magical, landscape - facinating.
A past day,
where nothing happened
now turns into a gateway
to a whole new mystical reality.
I explore the different sides of me,
as a viewer
like I'm outside watching a tv screen.
It's all a bit askew,
but it helps me get through
those mixed up moments of daylight
when I'm caught in a stew.
In dreams
I look to other worlds gyrating
as they dance through gravity fields,
complete with
raggedy straw scarecrows.
I try to navigate,
but my mind
is still somewhere else
circumnavigating snow globes
in a frozen state.
Nothing much makes any sense,
so complex trying to contemplate
the incomprehensibly dense static
of a space made of magic.
I see planets evolve
in the blink of an eye,
as I fly through Iris fields
trying to see inside.
I look deep inside ours,
to decipher meanings
and riddles I’ve strived
to answer all my life.
I witness the birth of planets
the explosion of stars.
I see thousands of years of history
played in reverse,
to a majestic round of applause,
in a theatre surrounded
by a million versions of me,
stretching into infinity
asking for an encore.
In dreams I reminisce
about moments
that never exist.
That kiss,
that last dance
on a shoreside in bliss.
Those wondrous lips.
Seeking release
and finding pleasure
within the soft embrace
and the delicate pressure.
The wave of a heartbeat,
rhythmically beating one word.
Love.
And I realise that this.
This is the only answer
I was ever really searching for.
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