Whispers from far off places enter my mind ....
They reverberate ... they echo round and round
My head ... the hallway where footfalls sound
I close my eyes ... I enter dreams ...
Billowing white mists come ... in that place beyond time
I find myself there ... a star field wanderer ...
Seeking those voices .... a seeker of mystery ...
For they come from outside of me
They are a reality which I cannot touch
But which can reach out and wander through my corridors
Thoughts which often over ride my own
I try to make sense
I try to make deliberate steps to be heard above the din
But I am plainly a child which can be seen but not heard
Out there in the eternal playground ...
I muse why reach into my mind ...
Yet refuse to strike up a conversation?
I hear often what they have to say
Those whispers from far off places ....
But never have I consciously found my destination
The place where the haunting spectres come from ...
Beyond human time they must exist ...
Over the hills and far away
In foreign fields which I may wander in my dreams
But I cannot recall in conscious mortal reality ...
I wonder ... I muse
I get so confused in waking state
Yet in dream time ... I am aware
I know spectres are there ... I know they exist
Someday I will reach my destination
Then is the time to understand!
Matthew James circa 2005
