Found Poem #2
In a blink
Death comes disguised as sleep
Clouds fill up the sky
Because they mourn and want to cry
The unreal is more powerful than the real
Some say the real is so much more
What is real?
How can we be sure?
Is it only what we feel?
But at some point
We realize our journey must end
We must leave our families and our friends
No more pretend
We have got to get out of this place
And leave some space
For a new soul
We will recognize the moment.
The Light shines through a prism
separating into a rainbow of colors
vibrant, pure: yellow, red, green,
blue colors blending with others to produce a world of many hues
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“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”
-Edgar Allan Poe
My mind drifts often
Like snow does in a winter storm
It takes short walks to get energized
When it returns
It reminds me of the sweet things in life
It does not allow me to think about the
Times of strife and suffering and of when
Sometimes my soul was not a soul
My mind escapes me occasionally;
It takes vacations to exotic places,
Where everyone is so relaxed,
They forget they exist.
What a wonderful feeling that can be sometimes.
My mind fills with imagination;
It questions the questionable;
It rejects the rejection;
My mind builds mountains
On the dessert.
Makes the moon smile sometimes,
And grows tiger lilies on the side
Of a lonely road to keep it company
Yes, it is quite unique
Inventive, and sometimes absent
From reality and the truth.