Into the world of dreams <br />where reality subsides, <br />my mind drifts where my subconscious guides. <br />Into the depths of hell, <br />then to the heights of heaven, <br />finally settling on a levitation <br />of the planes in between. <br />With its shapeless figures that fill <br />and can appear and disappear at will. <br />The ghostly figures that drift across my mind <br />in this place where the object is no time. <br />My mind finds a solemn peace for me <br />near the almost perfect pattern of tranquillity. <br /> <br /> <br />(Date Written Unknown)<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-works-a-revelation-of-my-imagination/
