Illusions gather in
the air
As fluttering birds
in a cage of webs.
A solid cue
translucent, invisible,
Opens a heart and
closes the mind.
A mirage is formed in
the sands of hope
Another clue goes by
And nothing is what
it seems.
Stars cross the
ancient sky
And everything is
what it is not.
A path unknown below
our feet
Turns to dust as
light descends
It’s more than I
believed.
Is it not?
Where are those songs
I used to hear?
Have they turned to
nothingness in the void?
Dust that sparkles in
the light.
It is not more than
that.
Not anymore.
There are feathers
that surround the dream
They float in a
moment of desire
The ground trembles
And the life that was
no longer shines.
We come to our
senses.
The dream shatters
into a thousand sparks.
But are we not still
dreaming it?
In every step,
In every stare?
A shout,
Again so silent in
the dawn of the night.
It pierces the reality
we created
And the landscape is
forever transformed.
I gaze upon it once
more.
It is not what I
thought.
It was more.
It was less.
It was nothing and
all.
And then I realize,
We can never escape
the dream.
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