My World

In the dim light of unconciousness,
you'll find an unfolded map of my world.

Don't be confined by the bounderies,
just climb to the highest tower.

Ignore the stone, forget the grout,
the clouds of gray, the blues about.

Glimpse the horizon I have conjured,
all the dreams so clear to me.

Carpeting my world with greener pastures,
hear trumpeting flowers.

Set sight across the hills
and feel the breeze of beautiful thoughts.