SURREAL DIMENSITY

SURREAL DIMENSITY

When the dislocation of life turns blue,

Lost Landscapes of God are hidden,

Behind a vale of tears and lust,

I am under a shower of dust

The rain falls in drops of life

Same cannot resist a sip,

The veracity of their creators seeking freedom,

Lost in the tunnels of their majesty

White snowstorms dropping steadily,

Fragrances sounds illustrious

And mist in the woods

Same sounds created by life around.

Flow and furrows growing in step,

Over a time we cannot stop,

And while we have held,

Life and time, perhaps a real dimension?

We imagine things we created,

Dreams, desires, metaphors,

Simple human ideologies,

And thus we live, creating our worlds