Poezja

What time the mind enters the garret
The dreamer will never know.
When darkness turns light,
 the story breaks night.
 We have entered that world for a show.
 No one there dies
 with alluring, it lies,
 Throws us to death with a view.
 We find no escape
 as we plunge through the gape,
 behold things never seen but knew.
 People,
the faces
 Names,
the places.
 Fears,
trembling our souls.
With relief our eyes open
Oh, where have we been
as we return from the blackest of holes.