Entering the outer reaches of reality
I witnessed someone of my resemblance looking from the outside in,
an invisible guest
invited to explore long-sought manuscripts
engraved by an immortal pen.
Inner mirrored reflections amplified a silhouette
stripped of protective guards and defenses,
standing alone and free —
and as the tabloid of the projected figure began to unfold,
suddenly there was added to the senses
the sense of me.
For the first time
that which had always been an imprisoned feeling
to express identity due to fear
was dissolved in liquids of honesty
with no need of a mask —
for the true of me was now clear.
Natural and genuine feelings
of total peace and tranquility
flowed from every pore,
leaving residues of self-awareness on which to cling —
for the victory against the conscience
had dipped the scales and evened the score.
Ever so gently the light slowly seeped within the lids
and the darkness began to trickle away
much like a stream.
How unfortunate — that open and honest feelings
for most exist only in a state of sleep imagination
commonly known as a dream.