On water smooth as glass sentinels stand on mirrored floors as they float on life's illusion.

A small package alluringly unconcerned laughed aloud
Beguiling smile of unconscious freedom unrealized
Flowed like lava over me cacooning me in molten ice
What fierce elements inhabit you and encase my thought
When is a dream a lie - when is a lie a dream
Neither are either and yet dreams and lies go on
And truth is but a dream in an amber glass of wine
My mind can only conceive my truth and never know yours
What fierce heart beats inside, beats at the wall's integrity
When it finally falls a path to freedom's gate awaits
And like a tiger you will fear no thing and bow to no one
Like a book unread you will unfold and find the fire
There is truth in dreams unlived a lie in dreams that thrive
The most precious thing we can know or ever hope to know
Is the measure of our freed spirit in the rain of a storm
And the trembling of our hearts in the light touch of desire

© Paul Viel