Discerning the distinction amid Illusions and Dreams, is comparable to the affinity of life and death. They both whisper in same voice and breath in the same breath. They both lie inside the same deceptive innocence of the intellect. They both scamper along the same twisted path, Leaving behind only trace hints of luminescence... enticing you to follow. Pursuing them only through thoughts and around reason, Within the distant sound of it's purring breath... The shrouded moonlight, That lies just beyond this path, is the beacon upon which we hold onto. Affixing our sights upon this illusional reality Which slowly metastasizes into dreams... Tightly binding us to its enticing lunar glow. I find myself surrendering to it... Just breathe...it whispers...just be My soul immerses into a pool thoughts The surface reflects moonbeams like forgotten memories I live a thousand lives and die a thousand deaths My Illusions...My Dreams...My Life...My Death... Oh, my Dear Ones...Seize the Day.
Thoroughly enjoyed reading it. My sincerely compliments on a fine poem.
Best Wishes,
Chuckie
Wonderful dialogue and metaphors...pecially liked the phrase " Which slowly metastasizes into dreams...
Fabolous
Peter Paton