Images
The black sky becomes a deep dark den of discovering thoughts
which quietly sucks me in like quicksand
as visons of fleeting fragments fly by in partial form
giving me a glimpse of the gateway to my soul
where my mind will wander in wondrous imaginations
of illusionary images that hold me frozen
and forgetful of time passing
while the sky envelops me like liquid ink
taking me on a journey of joined introspection
10/26/20 contest Ambedo
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2020
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