There are moments I believe
that de’ja’ vu really does exist
when I walk into another world,
an alternate landscape
to escape my obsessed compulsion
crafting a skewed vision filled
with black and white reality
ethereal as stepping on solid clouds
drifting over a technicolor scene
where a yellow brick road
leads to perspicacity
strangely curious
or yet upon closing my eyes
I sleep so deep imagination unfolds
in sweetest layers I inhale
swallowing each one
anxious for
the next
beautiful as pastillage
settling on my tongue
like honey
I see a girl who speaks to trees,
smiling at flowers who
innately knows
her secrets
and where the eyes of animals
reflect her soul
back to her in
infinite profusions
of color
painting details like the spices
completing ingredients
in foods from everywhere
smelling of a full life
in every inhaled
breath
where upon touching a mirror
she steps through liquid mercury
pure as water chaste
before rigidity touches
her image
with age
yet these images might be to me
only lucid as a million stars
in the night sky where
Zeus holds court
only quick
in twilight hours
before I wake
© June 2018 Renee Espriu
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