Tales of Time (91 of 365)

Day 91 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day ephemeral meaning: "lasting for a very short time."

Tales of time 

I dreamed of doors in the sky

And of worlds that I could touch

So familiar and distant to my own

My fantasy was to become and

Drift out into that unknown universe 

The clouds were candy lime 

There were gates tall and brass behind which were taller secrets

I imagined that just beyond 

My grey reality were rich tapestries

Beyond expression and beyond words

Beyond colour, fluorescent streaming beauty constant ethereal 

I wrote poems to poke into unknown realms and to write stories about twisted time 

Stories in which I was the hero 

And anything was possible 

But it was so far away and the colours were bright and the clearest blue and there were shouts and cries so exuberant and warm and comforting but they were beyond my sight I could not 

See who made them 

I could not see 

I could only imagine

And write down stories 

And ponder

And glimpse in my mind

Those ephemeral worlds 

Dancing beyond reach

And beyond comprehension

Invisible and bitterly real.