Caught

in a world

transcending our own

In a realm where

the lines between illusions

and the tangible

blur

where a thousand suns shine but

seem as one

where the

all encompassing wind

hums through your hair

Reaching out to the farthest of hills

lost in

a realm where

the lines between illusions

and the tangible

blur

Oblivious to

the thousand suns and

the wind in your hair

heeding only to

the call of the

deepest of valleys

to discover that

the farthest of hills

are just as near

in a realm where

the lines between illusions

and the tangible

blur.