An image dances within my mind.
A hint of a feeling,
Misplaced by not body but time,
Brushes against my skin.
The sound rushes like wind,
Flushing my soul
With spirits of old.
People who have passed on —
To the paths that lay beyond —
Reminisce for a respite,
That exists in neither day or night.
A paradoxical duality I entered
Without my witting consent.
Slipping away before I possess
My facilities for a human caress.
Returned to the present moment,
I’m left pondering what inspired
The thought which just came and left.
Entranced by the mystics of the human mind.