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Patiently drifting, the consciousness floats towards the surface
Soon to reach its last domain
Unaware that whilst submerged, enveloped by a timeless void,
An inner source in judgment sits upon two abstract tales
Concealed in each a reason for the future dwells,
Obscured by subtle twisting turns that impregnate the mind with doubt
Vague illusions filtering through a long forgotten past
Now coalesce to form the final choice
Conceived from sanguine thoughts of trust
In that which guides the way along so many lonely paths
Deliberations thus complete, the frozen scene must deliquesce
Releasing from their bondage, reverberating sounds
That echo from the tranquil earth
A chilling wind evolves, an omen of the night
In haste the ghostly forms dissolve
As in retreat the lilting haze withdraws upon the shore
Ahead the way lies clear, once more with unseen power
The fragile boat proceeds towards its chosen passage
Yet still the paradox remains unsolved,
For mirrored in the water
A face no longer bearing likeness to the image cast
Emits from eyes entranced, a ceaseless force
To steer the craft upon a different course
One rejected with just cause
Though which, long before, acclaimed acceptance by some higher court
Untroubled by concern or doubts, laid bare by past events
The figure turns to gaze upon the distant mere
Held within the knowledge gained this night
An understanding grows
For on so many prior encounters,
When deviation seemed poised at last to triumph,
The apparition, disguised in many forms, appeared
Content in anonymity to carry out its self appointed task
Yet with every passing crisis the seeds of recognition grow
Though many years must pass before at last a flower unfolds
Till then the truth remains untold
Although an answer came so close
Soon the endless miles begin to take their toll
The memory fades, the understanding lost
Until the next decisive conflict
Life’s secrets re-dissolve into their fantasy enigma

real or surreal..?

A journey into fantasy begins on a small craft in Fantasy Enigma

The sun has cast its final breath of day
To shimmer through the lifeless trees
That sigh and bend beneath some unseen strain
Content to soothe their aching arms
Submerged below a shallow lake
The silent water gently trembles
As through its soft embrace
A tiny craft in silence glides toward some distant place
That mortal men all seek in vain, yet only as immortals reach
Within the boat a figure sits
A silhouette framed beneath the fading light
Gazing sightless upon the spectacle performed by star and planet
As day melts into night
Amidst wildly dancing shadows
The shrouded shore draws near -
From whence two rivers now appear
Each entrance cloaked beneath a mist of swirling vapour
Encircling all that dares to move within its grasp
Total calm prevails upon the scene
As centred in the vortex, two blurred amorphous forms emerge
Faintly incandescent as in anticipation of events about to be observed
All time begins to crystallise
As yet, once more, the cycle of eternal change its choice presents

The mist projects its image: a vision of despair
In solitude a man whose life lies crushed
Beneath the grinding wheels of fate
Walks sadly through the cobbled streets
That years before he proudly rode
Without a thought for those who, like himself, must now prepare
To make this sterile stage their final resting place
Upon his face, now void of strife
The harshly chiseled lines of age
Now serve as mitred pathways to drain away the tears
Of shattered memories that linger ever near
Above the clouds are gathered: soon rain begins to fall
The street lamps swiftly flash to life
All humming one harmonic cry
To greet the coming night
Sheltering in a narrow passage
The lonely figure sits, his tired eyes unburdened
Whilst deep within his body a tiny flame still flickers
Kindled by the shrinking thoughts
Of deeds forever left undone
No reason for the sacrifice or pity does he seek
For few can know the peace in life
His contented heart now feels

As pollen scattered in the wind, the tattered scene dissolves
Threads now blown in disarray, reform without a pause
Eager to present the final enigmatic play
On which the curtain now is raised
Set amidst a random maze of brightly coloured flowers
A young girl lies in tortured sleep
Her tangled hair in chaos drapes across her moisture-laden brow
Once free to ride the carousel of transcendental pleasure
That most with spirit chance to try
Though few survive but for a fleeting moment in their lives
As circling ever faster
The parasitic spiral soon thrusts upon the ground
Those not prepared to pay the cost
That lies in wait above the hollow stems
Of countless piercing needles
Release is seldom sought or found
Yet in this small secluded room sits one resolved to break the bonds
A single man against a fortress of desire
In vain he tightly clasps her hand
To will the poisoned venom from her writhing body
Reflected from his being, a feeling of futility
For though the choking grip erodes with every laboured breath
Still the haunting questions bore deep into his breast
Had he heard the cries of anguish
Swept by torrid waves of torment
To wash upon such unreceptive shores?
Could this foul malignant growth have been curtailed without such pain?
The hours pass, though from the staring walls no answer ever comes