The Piper

Puppets of false control
Masters of self-decay
Pupa of imaginary boundaries
Stretched to a new fate.

Shorelines of no entry,
Waters full of taste
Visions of dreamy reality
Are all harbored away.


Yet the visions hover
Just before the gate.
Only wild weed separate
Mystery from the lane.

Still the weary vision
Curtails to look away
The horizon seems to shimmer
While the roads all bend away.

The path is all untrodden
Foliage outgrows space
Secret caves re-appear
Amidst the tropical haze.

The stream of reason flows
Abrupt and unclear
Aquatic hush prolongs
Wading through inner fear.

Mystery perches on wings
Surreal memories surface
A new journey begins
Some inner calling to take.




The scepter may loose its shine
The brass may burn and fade
Purple visions decolorize
Bad blood is washed away


The distinct rhythm flows
The piper is calling again
The mind sleepwalks hazily
Consciously drifting away.