Midnight
flight.
Soaring
to the
great
beyond.
Dizzying
heights
obtained.
Dreams
within
dreams
laid out.
Seeing
things
not
meant
to be.
Unknown
realities
foreign
seen.
Shifting
vistas.
Alternative
terrain.
Traversing
endless
outcomes,
countless
ways.
Awed
by what
is seen.
Infinite
hazy
stories
of what
could be.
Holding
on to
what’s
seen
fading.
Landing
back
on solid
ground.
Wondering.
What is
reality?
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 6th, 2022 09:24
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 12
Comments3
i don't often see poems spaced as this one is- a curious decision that works well with the flow of the piece. congratulations
Hi JP,
thank you kindly for reading my work.
JP
Well done, John.
Thank you Jerry..
Reality is what we see within ourselves John.
Andy
So it would seem Andy.
Thank you for reading.
JP
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