Different from your own
A reflective magical place
You once called home
Skies the color of burnt orange
With two fuchsia moons
Waterfalls spill platinum liquid
Fields of dusty teal petals bloom
You soar over crystal buildings
Without the use of wings
Feeling of nirvana
Your soul flies fast and free
Parallel universe
Long since destroyed
Your dreams take you back
At night and fill a gaping void
The mind is a wonderful tool
It can take you anywhere
Close your eyes and hold on tight
How do you know
You’ve never been there
© Leatherman 2012
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