Into the world of dreams
where reality subsides,
my mind drifts where my subconscious guides.
Into the depths of hell,
then to the heights of heaven,
finally settling on a levitation
of the planes in between.
With its shapeless figures that fill
and can appear and disappear at will.
The ghostly figures that drift across my mind
in this place where the object is no time.
My mind finds a solemn peace for me
near the almost perfect pattern of tranquillity.
(Date Written Unknown)
David Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-works-a-revelation-of-my-imagination/
