A journey to a world of fantasy

Free Verse

Accompanied by a heavenly choir chant I dance.
Shortly divided from the world of silence.

I dance and dance, along with other lonely souls.
An absolute veneration for the creator of joy and sorrows.

Despite the sole of my feet bleed, I stay careless.
And the exquisiteness of the red ornamented my flesh.

I can feel the insistence of happiness to gain.
As of being hypnotized, I ignore the pain.

Oh there is life more life in this fantasy.
Life that a poet could only manifest in his reverie.

Fortunate, grieved, splendid, dreadful.
A life that's full.