Mind Play Disillusioned

A flick of light, a spark of warmth,
A glowing brighter in each moment,
A tender kiss, a touch so soft,
A gentle mist of sonnet.

A whisper barely to be recognised upon the wind,
Wind so soft ‘tis never felt upon the skin,
A lovers hold, tender, and yet still so sweet,
Low behold this adventure’s spun to be akin!

For what if the light were only internal,
The spark of warmth merely a thought,
A thought just kissing the brain softly into motion,
So it may in turn sing silently uncaught.

Thus sending silent messages right throughout one’s body,
That one can never feel physically happening,
Yet one still obeys with unknown obsequiousness,
To this elusive dance internally bewildering. 

Thus why is it one just accepts what it is we see,
Blindly ignoring alternative possibilities with glee,
When in actuality all we’ve seen may be illusion,
Leading our perspective away from chaos and confusion.

Perhaps the more we venture our minds towards expansion,
The more enjoyment we manifest with greater enhancion,
Which in turn would bring into our lives heavier fulfilment,
Rather than the mundane sludge of the robotic grind like regiment.

Mind Play can be found over here if you’re yet to read it or wish to re-read it with this addition to your perspective! 😊