Far and Near (Poetry)

I’ve often been to that uncharted place —
I’ve breathed its air, its winds have brushed my face
I’ve smelt its strange sweet perfume, drank from streams
as deep and cool as any found in dreams.

I’ve walked its ways and climbed its purple heights
plucked its fruits and sampled rare delights
I’ve lain in grass and watched strange creatures come
to graze and doze beneath a different sun.

This land unmapped exists beyond a veil —
a vast dimension, timeless, stretching pale
across the mind’s infinity grown wild —
its natural magic pure and undefiled.

Imagination fashions every form —
decides the shape and sees its colour drawn
invents at whim — creates this other world
alternative that hovers, closely-curled

around reality — one thought away
where I can spend a minute or a day
apart from earthly cares — my spirit free
to find a home — seek truth in fantasy.