Two Rivers

Two Rivers

It doesn’t feel real.
I’m straining to see.
I feel so dead,
Because I can’t be.

The fog is choking
Both my eyes and my throat
Somehow, I’m a trav’ler
On two rivers in my boat.

I’m lost in other worlds
But not yet so far gone
That my body’s left this mortal coil
To join the wand’rings of my mind.

I dream of things
Have been, not yet
Of things to do and see.
Of places past and faces vast,
Of the people I’m to be.

The scent of magic, Gypsy life
Swirls around my skirt.
Like mist, it clings
More real for me
Than my feet upon the dirt.

I wander ‘round, listlessly
Until my dreams take flight.
But until then I’m stuck mid-air
‘Tween fantasy and life.

8-19-02