A Surreal Place

I walked alone in a dark deserted wood

Where briars held the lower ground that year,

Among the huge foreboding trunks I stood

And found a path that seemed to disappear

From the eye's pursuit into a surreal place.

Earth's flowers spun upon a wheel of dust

Woven on the tapestry of space,

My senses failed, I could no longer trust

The feel of things, solidity of form.

It was as if my spirit blown and tossed

In some mysterious galactic storm,

Some boundary beyond time's laws had crossed

Into a realm of dream that was more real

Than the dream of days in which we fill our roles

On this spinning globe that hardly can reveal

The destiny where from the stars our souls

Drift down encased in a prenatal sleep

To wake unconscious in Oblivion.

Returning once again to earth I keep

A grateful heart for our familiar sun.