Lines of fantasy drawn from the image of
Inside the Mind.
Mesmeric whispers take leave of normality
And head for the place far below sound.
They lie very still in hypnotized silence
And half-awake in awesome anticipation
I enter the field, recognise signs and relax.
Somewhere buried in breath are well-springs
Streaming with freedom to listening ears.
I am floated along with them to deeper still
Places where Hope composes a symphony
Of much brighter future for earth to inherit.
Eternity's innocence then starts a vibration
Of joy as reality slowly begins to be played.
Untying beyondness I find a note of truth
That our present being is merely a state of
The soul, which is made of wholly different
Substance than that of our flesh and blood.
I marvelled that vision can be seen this way.
The whispers have ceased but only it seems
Evaporated into meanings of faint sounds.
Stored for our use they are buried in breath
By Love's timeless memory, and moreover
Still inviting, and ajar, is mind's exciting door .
A magical flow of verse allowing me to tiptoe into a poetic paradise... Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing