As I am dreaming of spirit or demon

Driving me on to confusion of mind

Vivid then hazy my eyelids feel lazy

Limbs feeling heavy and fingers entwined 

Floating, show boating because I can fly

Let’s drink as I sink in this place in my sky

 

I go there, I cry there, not die there, not yet

Tossing and turning, mind churning a lie?

A place that seems tranquil, eerie and dry

I only go there in the depths of the night

 

Where is it, what is it, how when or why?

This place that seems far away

high in my sky

Is this where I’ll be, Is this what I’ll see?

Is this place for me on that day when I die?

The Urban Poet. 2017