Just got done with my early morning jog. Third week in a row of jogging three times a week, going out right when I get up. I’m only up to jogging about 3/4 of a mile right now, but it’s going pretty well. It’s amazing to me how my brain drifts when I get into the rhythm of my run now. It’s kind of like brainstorming, the writer in me looking around at the world, letting stories drift into my brain. So I thought I would share another experimentation with writing poetry this Wednesday.

 

Fantasy

Mind’s eye

Dream’s eye

Seeing beyond the fog of reality

Unicorns running through the fields

Dragons in the sky

Colors that live in another realm

Stories that have never been told

Where magic lives in everything

And music fills the world

Shapes and colors and meanings

Beyond the literal mind

Where the painting tells a story

And the story tells a dream

Where worlds are never ending

The word impossible is never spoken

And every day is a journey to find that which tries to hide

Behind the veil of reality

A child sees through quite easily

That which fogs the older mind

But all can see within the dream

If they tear down the walls that block their sight

An ephemeral world where all can exist

All one must do is believe

Mind’s eye

Dream eye

A fantasy born true