Crest Of Creations

Surreal threads of events, 

Curved across reality. 

For being true falling short, 

Existence in minds for infinity.

Casting shadows,

In the falling fog. 

Mistaken or stunned, 

Suspiciously made of cog. 

Reliance on mysteries, 

Leaves your life fantasized. 

And what about the histories, 

By which your mind is tantalized? 

Fearlessly you let free, 

Demons & Angels fostering inside. 

They foster without a decree, 

Without dimensions, colossal collide. 

Don't you think? 

On each of the brinks? 

Wherein wondrous thoughts,

The secrecy, how it links. 

You can empower dragons, 

Through the fire that imagination flaggers. 

The bursting of the cannons,

Of ideas infused with staggers. 

At last, creatures that cause you mystery, 

That is born out of our psyche. 

Thoughts, dreams, an unending tapestry,

Still it is fulfilling to be this flighty.