Entering a new realm,
Things all around you see
That couldn't help but overwhelm

May it be as magical as a hippocampi
Or dark as the waves of sea at midnight
Or bright as a metal reflecting on sunlight
Or gardens filled with flowers that are ever so lovely
Or like a hay lost in a pile of pins
Or a place full of fragile ruins
Maybe like an old greek tragedy?
Whatever it may be,
It sure is more intriguing than reality

And as you go back:
All the images pulling back.
And as if with a snap,
You are back.

You close your eyes
engulfing yourself in the world fantasized
Everything vanishes;
And open them again,
You slowly see the world crystal clear then
two glasses making a clink,
As the ringing noise fill your ears:
you realize
All these realms and ruins
Were just paper and ink.

—a.c