This is posted in honor of the MindFuck demise. Hatch from your cocoons, for you will find your wings have fallen from flight.
Journey of the imagination
The book of stories lost from their pages
Words unwritten, living in a space of time
I am the dreamer, looking to steal a thought
Entering into the den of thieves, a glass stares back at me,
I see a face, but not my own
I swipe it up, into my palm
Just for a moment
I place it in my pocket, not ready to let go
The wings of truth beat at my back
I shall run… for just a moment more
Another breath to believe
To encircle the imaginary within the veil of reality
In flight a dance, the embrace of star-crossed love
Tender folds of desire, clarity of the tale
Folded so neatly into my soul.
A page stolen for a moment.
Tells of dreams that float away
Never spoken, never lived
I turn back and return the glass to its rightful place
Letting go, to see your face no more
You are the echo, living with each beat
We were the dream of unwritten days
The book of love in the den of thieves
~ MindInspired
