Plains of Existence
                                                By: Lawrence W Langman (c)

                                                    Days and nights
                                                    are reflections of.
                                                    Dimensions born
                                                    from high above.

                                                    What holds real
                                                    in reality's wake?
                                                    Hopes and desires
                                                    are a bit opaque.

                                                    Shifting in and out
                                                    of destinies eyes.
                                                    Translucent it hides
                                                    where one confides.

                                                    Twisting and turning
                                                    towards the unknown.
                                                    A King that once was
                                                    as now been atoned.

                                                    Dreams fade away
                                                    like a foggy mist.
                                                    Scarcely escaping
                                                    the Devil's kiss.

                                                    Sometimes desires
                                                    hide in plain sight.
                                                    Escaping all carnage
                                                    the flames dost ignite.

                                                    We stray from paths
                                                    when sparsely lit.
                                                    We all walk unbalanced
                                                    though we seldom admit.