Magic Mind
In the blink of an eye
There became the dream
It stood and breathed the air
Like a tangible thing
Stepping forth into reality
With legs it never knew it had
And wings to quicken
its progression
Without hesitation as though
it belonged before it existed
As though it knew itself before I did
Fitting there before me so seamlessly
that the memory of what was
becomes the fabrication,
the distant thing
History and lived experience becomes what is impossible to see clearly and feel wholly
As here what was once possessed
only by faith is my vision
standing in this place,
in this moment so certainly,
so clearly that it fades the before
and shrinks the between
And in the blink of an eye
There became the dream
Materializing like magic
from my mind
And descending suddenly upon the world outside of myself
not like a stranger
but like a home
My imagination brought to life
So perfectly that it is as though
It was here always and all along
Awaiting my hand to touch it
And my eyes to notice its presence