THE END OF ILLUSIONS

My soul willingly sails its mental skies
with passion’s torch flaming my inner web of sighs
which are consumed by a fiery inebriation of dream wine
while I feel that inexorable touch
from a creative sprite of zephyr rush.

Riding a wishful threaded cerebral carpet,
I soar across the enchanted, burnished fantasia glades
thriving with a bounty of luxuriant, visionary plumes.

Stunned with a gaze in an euphoric, vein numbing ecstasy
over the spectacle of fancy’s fragrant fertile foliage
causes my mind’s eye to burn from its luminous scenery
adorned by a bounty of glorious and vivid image blooms.

Until my bliss addicted essence
is summoned to the precipice
between figment’s fragile fleeting forms
and the timeless depths
from veracity’s simple sea of physical norms.

On my inner sage’s guiding palm
protruding from a cliff of reality’s interlude
there appears the revealing orb of eternal erudition
rendering me reborn
of being and sight.

A celestial chorus resonates
inside my nomadic spirit,
uttering and provoking
through a gut wrenching chant
so incredibly intense and clear,
“Awake! Awake!
Live anew
beyond the shadows, myths and fear!”