Through the Keyhole

Deceit of sun when rays are still but porous; unwelcome thief, afford my dream more seconds. Some dappled shadows flit through mystic keyhole; alight upon pellucid remnant image. I stifle yawn as thoughts embrace the vision. My ever-restless spirit merits story which doesn’t evanesce at first obstacle encountered when issues foisted upon me. Embarked on travels, trinkets of high finesse that crossed the boundaries of reality. The past firmly imbedded in the future, illuminating a path predictable and imbued with fantasy and peccant grandeur. Adroitly I manoeuvred through initial self-doubt that plagued a multitude of people. Circumlocutory whim of eidolon expertly gathered evidence to support demand that’s straddling realms, but I will resist. I read the missive through and then carefully enfold my dreams in cocoon, preserving them. Unpleasant facts I spat out like an obol that’s placed under tongue of recently deceased. The critics can wait with Charon for day of reckoning – future set aside for visions. My dreams swim at the edge of river’s conscience.   Expectations made dreams luminesce brightly, but withered in morning sun’s naïve splendour. Like sands in the hourglass, the grains of wisdom filtered through consciousness and needled thinking. I set aside the search for epiphany.