In Thought

In thought, in dreams, in wandering wonder do I travel.

It is a place of no man and no creature yet many do here abide.

In purgatory’s grasp I lay, surrounded by the echoes of eternity.

Questions I ask of the void around me never expecting an answer.

In constant questing of truth, virtue, love, and happiness I am.

Love is a light in darkness that shows the darkness its’ failings.

Darkness is a dream that has no end yet never begins.

Perception is skewed to the side of reality in our hands.

Illusion trusts the view to hide inherent evil.

The great eye is looking at you, watching you.

It is the Sun that so beats down to lift and burn.

Failed yet forgiven, it asks, nay, begs for confusion.

Privileged to be so blessed in the curse of life and death are we.In hand and mind, thoughts and dreams, wondering once again, do I travel