Distorted Reality (A temporary state)


The drifting rivers
of the Autumn nymphs
invited me to play,
invited me to stay
for a while.

Taking a seat,
I contemplated the simple beauty
of their chandeliers,
holding a dim light so all could see,
the ball was coming to an end.

I got up, fully aware
of being followed
by She who sings
a melancholy song
echoing the loss of love.

We waited by a bench
where I dipped my feet
into the living soil
which embraced me
as a lost friend.

A wall of silent screams
awoke me, spoke to me,
breaking my reverie.
Reminding me of the human need
to sleep.

Sleep with the music of the Gods
whispering to me
the ways of the world
enshrouded in confusing
clarity.