The Magician and the Mermaid
We approach boundaries of reality,
Where illusion and fantasy often reside.
When the mind seeks to vacation,
Testing the waters, and sometimes hide.
These borders can be open, or seldom
Seen, by those needing to emigrate.
While crossing may encounter new citizens,
Some to love, yet some to hate.
These lands may appear wasted,
Like vast deserts, without water or mirage.
Only to bring along new visions . . .
Those dreams of magic to massage.
Copyright © Timothy Mattson | Year Posted 2021
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