Stretching infinite beyond our eyes
be the universe of worlds
but to such limited sight, be there only two
defined, bordered, divided
done so by the ones of “superior intelligence”
our lives, our world, ourselves
busily absobred in scheduled agendas and
always concerned for what can be done
before time runs its course
though time is untamed, and runs rampant
into the next world we know
the world where all is concept and instinct
touch, scent, sight, sound
embodied in colors matching seasons
but though they’re defined by worlds
the bridges are frequently crossed
by seekers of escape and adventure
for where could such be attained
in the world we know through creation?
where in our world can colors be felt
where the elements are alive
and build the ring that embraces soul
we channel the power and the peace
initiate our minds as part of our body
footsteps muffled from concrete to soil
wailing sirens to singing blackbirds
glaring reflections to dappled shadows
so romanticized the other world
what was the purpose of separation
when so often we desire to return?