An Allusive Dream

Once upon an illusive dream
I happened upon a mystic
with a wave of his magical wand
he produced a spectrum of vivid colors
colors which could never be seen
by the mortal eye.
I then witnessed a maiden,
laced in gold and seated
on a thrown of sweet myrrh.
She was the scent of wild flowers,
and her hair flowed ever so gently
in the breeze.
I’m suddenly awakened by the jailer!
for it’s time to take my last walk
down this corridor of death.
My doom awaits me
within this icy cold room,
and I sit upon this wooden chair,

About Mike

I'm a native of Chicago, but have spent the last 20 years living in the Ozarks with my wife of 25 years. Some of my favorite things to do other than write is to BBQ, smoke meat, and brew craft beers. I also write a blog on Christian Living which you can visit at
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2 Responses to An Allusive Dream

  1. Randi Shanta says:

    This is really good Dad! I am learning a lot just in this first couple of day of poetry class, and it’s helping me to understand poetry more. 🙂

  2. Mike says:

    Thanks, I’m glad you enjoyed it.

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