Living next door to Alice!

In a world of wonderment

where thoughts floated on clouds

of dreams and cloured hats.

Where the wind  blew

out the candles of wishes

on a breath showering love,

 on the tables of life  set.

When the focus

was not the objective

I became blurred

lost in the haze

only to retain

my composure

in a still

 for I did not move

captured through the looking glass

I became focused

seeing myself.

On a dream broken

eyes opened.

I became an image

trapped....

Alice in wonderland.