Retreat

Date: 09.11.2007
Time: 11: 07 p.m.

Feel the whispered words caress those longing ears
With feeling so strong that clumsy hands
Fail to drop those lights down on the floor
That lies still, unmoving, supporting stony walls
As they decide to help a stucture stand up.
Will it crumble now or will those bricks
Stand straight and tall for ages till
The very foundations whose strength is uncertain
Crumble down to dust and mingle with
The earth that awaits its death most patiently?
Happy voices sound inside the head of a
Clumsy fool caught up in a phantasm of deluded joy
When people are alive and attentive still
And speaking with those beings inside
Offers the comfort that human words may have provided.
Thoughts fly freely as the drawbridge is lowered
Across the moat of murky waters containing
Nightmares of enchanted lies to the self
Letting the truth emerge most frighteningly
Till Illusion paints a pretty picture once more.
Withdrawing into Illusion’s den of flying winds
Streaming across the skies of hope of bluest hue
Oblivious of the mystery of the lost voices
Which cannot venture into the realm of reality
At times when they need to sound louder than ever.
Feel the whispered words spoken to its own ears
To resound mightily throughout the chamber
Where an imagined world beats its living heartbeat
With powerful stroke of wings of fantasy
While the whispers are heard no more.

End: 11:30 p.m.