Imagination draws on life,
all we desire, all we relate to,
feel, want, and need.
Even in nothing,
everything can be true.
That, is a writers joy,
and a readers pleasure.
IW
reality
Times Truce
Though I’ve spoke in the twilight with Luna
Screamed in the desert at Christ
Dreamt in the ocean by Proteus’ side
Slept next to clouds upon Zeus
I am, still, defined, by this divide
I’ve Held heavens horizon by Yahweh’s truce
To drink from Pirene as Pegasus stands
Gaurding my vice as Gaia tames land.
With icharus carried the dragons egg
I am, still, in temptation, by my right hand.
I W
Blurry Places
It’s a sense, a poem, a vibration. Stronger, until I run.
Run from dawn, I run to dusk;
Dusk to dawn, to night to days, the inbetween-
So perfect, it is magic.
The little wonder of rain out the blue; explanation exists to see.
Do I see?
What I want to see
Happiest believing in all that tells me they are as they are.
It is what it is.
The closer I look, the wider my vision, the less I see
When reality and make believe blur.
Blurry places make anxious.
I close myself to dream.
IW.
