In the distance I see a mirage, so close, I can almost feel it.
A dream come true, like de ja vu, escaping my vision to reveal it, my mind can’t conceal it.
This optical illusion of beautiful confusion takes me on a magic carpet ride.
Vivid colors stand majestically, like a king and queen side by side.
The stars in the galaxy are the landmarks on this road to eternal glory.
In the distance, in the outer darkness, as the spirit within shines before me. Serenities of peace, at ease in this spiritual oasis.
A golden throne pure with jewels, he that sits thereof remains faceless.
As we ascend, not far in the distance, stands innocence pure and true.
Like an imagination you cannot craft, no longer a reason, no longer a clue.
No longer a mystery to the majestic, an unreal nostalgic future of the past. A parallel dimension through ascension, outside of myself of who I was in the past.
In the distance.
© Isaiah Daniel McCowan