Visions Of Reality

I’ve just awakened from a night of a dream;
grudgingly ready to face a new day;
the light of reality, through windows, stream;
not allowing thoughts to get in the way.

As I look upon reality through window panes;
I can hardly believe what I see;
while I’m unable to address losses and gains;
I’m peering out on reality.

What is this visual feast of my eyes;
a kingdom, drenched with rain;
a vision of reality; to my surprise;
how long will it all remain?

My eyes seem to reach out and discover;
the lush countryside all around;
before my thoughts are able to recover;
my ears hear the reality of sound.

I can feel the emptiness of being alone;
the feast of my eyes; becoming a snack;
somehow, I sense that I’m far from home;
and have no idea, of how I’ll get back.

The loneliness gradually gains all control;
this beautiful creation is not all it seems;
I feel the emptiness; deep in my soul;
I long to return to my dreams.

What is my purpose that still keeps me here;
that gift handed down from above?
There are countless souls, still living in fear;
I’m ordained to write of God’s love.

Monty 8/8/24. # 2,261