It Must Begin With
And who knows for sure when reality fades into fantasy
What begins the sylvan slide, something so beautiful
you question the state of being true.
Everything is brighter, bolder more perfect
or,
on the darker side. things are unspeakably grotesque
evilly creepy, clawed with frightening wings that flap
across your dreams to haunt you.
Nature itself is fantasy, its breathtaking flowers
stars, shells, magnificent trees and yet it also has
the most ugly lizards, snakes spiders and insects to terrify
Because we need fantasy to understand our true selves.
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2014
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