Fantasy or Fable
Lying on my bed I dream, visions of
the inner realm, stories of the mind,
Thoughts now woven, intertwined,
tapestry of life.
Through doors unseen, in velvet
halls, where shadows dwell in hidden warmth,
Oozing drops of crimson blood,
gentle movements guiding on.
Reaching through the dark unknown,
lost to all, a prisoner dwells,
Chained to memories - lost to time,
Satan's' slave of doom.
Moving onward into night, leaping
fire holes, swimming seas, ever on we go,
Morning light, evening flows, soft
the wind upon my face, gentle ripples feel.
Humming insects all around, music
fills the air; oh the web that now is spun,
Clouds do race in turquoise seas,
perfume drifts in midnight breeze, life throbs all around.
Under rills I lie and dream,
stardust covers, dew my bed, angels dancing in my hair
Moving through life's page I go,
image joined with truth in sound.
Music singing, painting sound, lost
in twilight, lost in thought,
Poets compose notes of light; words
are tinged with violet blue.
Artists know philosophers rhyme,
Alice comes out from her hole,
Rabbits dance with the knights and
rooks, pages live within my mind.
Wandering through the misty halls
painting tales for evermore,
Swimming through the eye of sound,
riding winds in dreams new page.