Voyages Poem by John Prophet

Simmering

on a distant shore,

my minds eye

floats upon.
Swirling thought

upon swirling thought

do my reflections grow.
Infinite realms

offer fertile grounds

to burrow through.
Mountains

of realities

the minds eye sees

one as real as them all.
Traveling through oceans

of ethereal thought,

swimming through the
infinite, the possibilities

the minds eye can see.
Rays of thought

pass thru

the the mind

as rays of light do too.
Reflections on the infinite

my minds eye wanders thru.
Accepting

what I see,

nearly impossible to do.
Impressions of possibilities

that boil up,

reaching out.
Infinite possibilities

bringing closer,

I aim to do.
Back I light

on familiar ground

having made my recent voyage
Till next I float once again

through the clouds of infinitely.
Once again

my mind takes flight.

Looking

at all there is to see.

Wandering

through different times

and realities.

Following

things as perhaps

they might be.

Different story lines

as far
as any mind's eye

can see.

Dizzying vistas

unfathomable to me,

fit for only the

creator to see.
Different stories

of me float by.
Retreating

back to whence I came.

Back, nauseous

from the flight

so unsettling the

experience be.
Realizing

though how finite

our vision

with the limited

vista that we can see.
Carefully

should we truly be

with the "truths"

as fact expounded

in our limited

finite reality.