While I Was Dreaming
While I was dreaming
I saw life flash bye
my meandering mind.
It took me to an
iridescent transfiguration,
circumference squared ---
distributed through the radius.
What is this journey through time?
Illusions misted
by realities transcendence
into a utopian scheme.
Rapid fire dilemmas
pester serendipity
like a fine tuned piano
as the composer conducts
mingling of senses
into rhapsodic creativity.
How do you examine
this miracle of existence
when crevices and potholes
pester the daily grind?
Copyright © Frank Sheehan | Year Posted 2016
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