Falling Into Waters
My camel and I on the mental plane
high above all emotions, pleasure, and pain,
watched mental shapes above in the air
evolving above us while we stare.
Into images I could see
that looked like past memories to me,
which would replay themselves in my mind,
into dreams that were multi-lined,
and began to descend from the ski
made of air that let thinking stay dry.
So my thoughts took the shape of water
which above matterís plane would totter
and cast shadows across the earthly ground
where my waking dream can be found
and be affected by emotion
gathering above like an ocean.
Not completely reality,
but real to me from where I see.
So from the air where I stood tall
into these waters I must fall.
So I left the camel on the shore
and began falling back to emotionís door
Till the camel stopped my urge
by saying that I seemed to be on the verge.