I do not know about you, but oftentimes (a lot of times) throughout the day, I find myself day-dreaming——-especially when I am at work. I do not fully grasp my thoughts. At that moment, I am out of touch with reality (like one foot off the ground). In the next moment, I remember what is and I am grounded back to reality. But what is reality? The passing moments or the unmanifested dreams? At that moment does not matter?
A drifting mirage
A drifting mirage catches the glimpse of my eye
Faintly it escapes and softly it goes on by.
Into the breeze disappearing delicately
First lingering then evaporating vehemently.
Only in sprinkles can my thoughts commit
Taking on only what it will permit.
Speckles, shimmers, glazes of light
Only in the mist do my dreams recite.
Blurred visions of what is and what is not
A delicate dance between light and erratic thought.
Treading lightly before the vision escapes
Unrealized truth becomes obscure intangible shapes.
Nearly palatable, yet dissipating
In broad strokes the mind is painting.
The horizon melts
Long-held desires felt.
A mirage drifting
A moment shifting.
The mosaic turns to glass
In remembrance of another moment past.
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