In the Place that I sit
In the Rooms that I Feel
In the Time and the Place
Where lucid is Real
In the Place that I Step
Going backwards and behind
In the Place that Cross's my Mind
I move Forward
But then fall back
I lose Faith
And lose track........
In the Place that I sit
nothing seems Real
In the Place that I sit
Is the Place that I Feel
in the Place that I sit
Will my Dreams become Real?
Poem written by Rhi (Barbara R.) Dec.ember 2006
Illustration by Connie Seabourn, from the book "Rainbow Spirit Journeys" by Wolf Moondance