A Different Distance

A DIFFERENT DISTANCE In the depth of my dreams I proceed On a winding path to a mystical place Although each world is mostly new There’s always some hint of similarity Joyful and scary aim to achieve parity Yet generally blurred, lacking clarity On waking I can’t describe the view As it’s just out of reach, lost in space But the effects are real, yes, indeed I have not travelled in a physical way Just in some lesser part of my brain Maybe the journey is a pilgrim route The wanderings restricted to the mind With no sense of arrival of any kind And never a name to remember I find A silent song as Spring’s green shoot I don’t know the verses, just the refrain Yet few of those places I wish to stay Quite unlike this real waking world Through the crowds to reach my work I smell the air and hear traffic noise Where I walk and even run in the rain I could maybe drive or take the train Yet when dreaming, I may be insane Sometimes even the fantasy annoys As the nightmare serpent is uncurled