Fiction ©Molli Paige

Awake, half dreaming

in a sensible state of confusion

is this real, or is this fiction

maybe it's our reality, that is the deception

Staring up into the night, the stars, the universe

...so many questions floating to mind

clouds riding the wind, undeterred and silent

the leaves, stealing what's left, whispering in the night

The light of the moon casting shadows

impressions of seemable despair

daunting any particular reasoning

eyes wide, we try to see, to predict

the flight of the sparrow

and question dreams of tomorrow

Remnant scars shouldn't impose on our direction

just transitory reminders of where we have been

with tears, echoing the past and awakened sorrows

leaving us dazed, deprived and slightly dejected

analyzing, justifying, words said and unsaid
only a quiet mind, let's the puzzle fall into place

The fire hissing, crackling

the flames splitting
as if trying to break free

as if trying to release some inner demon

giving the perception

of some illusive scene

Still awake, half dreaming

still in a state of confusion

is this real, or is this fiction

maybe...our reality is the deception