Matthew Anish Poet Lyric

Sliding Through the Open Door

The mind will 
go where it will
   The imagination, once stimulated
leads on to who knows 
    how many fantastic worlds
Daydreaming has a purpose
    The spirit is refreshed by 
            fantasizing 
Try to let go of 
    "absolute reality" for a while 
Dance to the tune of 
     the mysterious piper" 
Streetlights in summer
     illuminate the path to freedom 
  Let the dreamer become the dreamed!
     Give in to your
better nature
    Glowing eyes reflect 
starlight 
    We are whole once more

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Caroline Cécile Delacroix July 5, 2011 at 10:32 PM I love it. Very inspiring lyrics! Your optimism and enthusiam of choosing to follow dreams despite the reality. Really well done, Matthew! Thanks for sharing. Peace and love, Caroline. (I found your soupmail today, and I have sent you a response) Thank you.

James Foulk July 3, 2011 at 9:59 AM very creative write. thank you for commenting on Rain Finally Came.

Sara Kendrick July 3, 2011 at 6:41 AM Imagination the greatest nation on earth..Enjoyed reading this fine work today..I am glad that I chose it to read this morn..Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work..Sara

Joe Maverick July 3, 2011 at 12:07 AM Thank you for the comments Matthew, in answer to your question Rick Parise has been a poet on the soup for a while i think?, he is often putting imagenative contests for soup members to participate in on the site.

Joe Maverick July 3, 2011 at 12:06 AM Thank you for the comments Matthew, in answer to your question Rick Parise has been a poet on the soup for a while i think?, he is often putting imagenative contests for soup members to participate in on the site.

Andrea Dietrich July 2, 2011 at 11:43 PM gosh, Matt.I used to daydream all the time when I was young. i guess reality slaps us in the face and I got slapped early! Can't say I daydream anymore but I recall it sure was fun!! (Nice poem!)