There are doors

Thoughts are passing

through doors and gates

To parallel worlds,

with alternative fates.

A lucid dream,

a psychedelic trace.

An open landscape,

or a crowded place.

Pools of water,

dive in take a look.

A different way to travel,

like a wardrobe in a book.

Are we on the way there?

are we on the right track?

Or falling through a hole,

like Alice very fast.

A Shamanistic journey,

a look into the past.

Its all just a fantasy

Illusions never last…

Reviews

[ashleydawn]

"It's all just a fantasy/ Illusions never last."
I absolutely love those lines. Nice work here. I didn't feel as much from this as some of your others though

[ice]

I have been on journeys with Alice, and all I can say is , is that illusians are the only things that do last..and fanatsy is the driving force behind them.
I can also relate to lucid dreams..because they show me permenance in an impermenanent world..
love the poem

[ashleydawn]

I'm not much for rhyme, but this poem is great. The flow of the rhythm is amazing. I get a blurring, spinning feel almost. Great write.

[Dream Weaver]

I love the rhyming and how this magnificent piece
flowed! The imagery is outstanding, especially with
a rhyming poem it always seems to be a little more
difficult... Well done!!

[Ed Hart]

ah, questions