In Reverie

Find me there, in the place where I belong, in the land of distant reverie, where everything seems a dream.

Let me show you what I see up here amongst the clouds, but oh how small you look there on the far off ground.

I want to show you all that floods my mind in this never passing time, but you refuse to come and explore these places in my brain.

Come, can you see? The place it seems only I can see? No, oh no, there’s no one here but only me.

I wish, oh how I wish in these translucent hours that you could come and find all that flows in these recesses of my mind.

And so I shall explore this place all alone as I usually find myself on these all too rare and ever fleeting occasions.

How to find my way in this patchwork work of trance-like insimplicity? It’s mine; is it not? Yet I know not these odd sights and fading fantasies.

Each time I come it is different, affected somehow without my knowledge or consent. How odd to think that I am not the one in control of my own imagination. Is that not the one place where I should have domain?

None can join me. None can see. How lonely. No, how freeing? An odd sensation, to create with no audience to see. Time slips or doesn’t exist in the land of distant reverie