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.
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