Far away on nebulous air…

There is a place called ‘I’ll be there’.

It’s where folks go when they need to leave.

When life on Earth shows no reprieve.

 

Dreams are made and broken here.

There is no hate, no abject fear.

Confusion reigns, the lord of all.

It’s okay… folks heard the call.

 

Swim freely in the Neptunian spa,

Attend their lauded Mardi Gras.

“It’s all a dream, it’s not for real…”

The angels sing with renewed zeal.

 

Blessed are those that visit this spa.

The ones who travel near and far.

Parallel planes – multi-dimensions.

Fantasies all. Held in suspensions.

 

 

© The Secret Poetess, May 2017

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