I Create Reality

Wrong way round and wrong way right
In the mist so soft and fine
Of the witching hour tonight
Soft refracted ghost lights shine
Black spring green so dark so bright

Turn the wheel and hear the chime
Counterclockwise upside down
Back to front and outside time
No streetlamps in marble town
Candlelight and chanted rhyme

Wearing masks of mystery
As the moon plays with the clouds
In and out behind between
What is and what might have been
Disappearing through the crowds

No one living now knows me
Those who seek may seek in vain
I might never have been here
Never to be found again
Down the rabbit hole I fear

Through the looking glass I pass
Dancing with the shadows of
Northern lights of magic love
You call dreams but I say my
Dreams have wings and thoughts are free

I create reality

+Steven Curtis Lance



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