The inner sanctum of a fantasy mind.

Science fiction fantasy inside a weathered mind.

Enclosed in the inner mind
lies the stratosphere
where the migration of dreams
have gone south for winter
avoiding the deluge of Cumulus Nimbus,
the accumulation of tears
from another world sadness.
One looked forward
to the rays of sunshine,
the colours of the rainbow,
the blue skies,
before the metamorphosis of a moment
changed through the memories
of a weathered mind.
While on the horizon of a dream
the spell becomes broken
by realities rude awakening.
Just a mental aberration,
partly cloudy with a shower or two.

Reviews

[INFERNO]

Well, this is my first time browsing this site. I would like to say that I like very little poetry, but I thoroughly enjoyed your piece here. I hope to come across more writings like such.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you, I’m sure you will, there are many better poets than myself. Enjoy and welcome to WC