Master of illusion

16 July 2013

 Walking down the path of a dream

Vivid dense and clear to full tone

Voiceless spirits gather to scream

Of a real never to condone

Running a relief from unreal

To pastures of light yet to graze

Tremors of tomorrow I feel

Reach and heal the oncoming blaze

Floating on a wisp of black ink

We weave the truth that should have been

For the memory of it would sink

Like seeds of a thought now wiped clean

Soaring above the Greys and Blues

We work in the fabric of dreams

For eye masters would create hues

Welding real into not what it seems