aroused
by foreign visions uncharted
imaginary exotic
phantom journeys
of fabled
lands who would swallow
traversing
seas mountains desert sand
a quest so near uncertain landings
holy grail was I dreaming
story worth believing in
legend filled with mist and fog
In
what dimension did I sail
which
poetry hid my tale
what
could I say of Shangri la
when
it's so deeply common
I
left behind my island
to
share in others a mile too far
if
I saw all this as it's told
wouldn't I have been be too old
dreams
are made in distant shores
across
all time and never cured
dearer
to a heart they make up
the future's inverse ending
what
would I dream now
I've
seen the other side
seeking
what is not
my
island now
image:
Marco's Dream synthetic polymer & oil paint on canvas on
ply / jskewes
Wonderful!
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