There is a world seldom seen,
veiled by the everyday.
A sudden glimpse of iridescence
in the humdrum shades of grey.
It is a world of airy castles,
of shimmer, and of light.
The Kingdom of Dreams and Shadows,
ever elusive to sight.
I can't see, nor touch it,
and yet it's always there,
on the fringes of reality,
blending in somewhere...
Shadows, and yet a hundredfold
the strength of reason stern.
When the real crumbles underfoot,
where else do I turn?
It is my world of comfort.
A truth, when all else fails.
And yet, it only finds place
when harsh veracity pales.
So I ask myself now,
as the pursuit of reality is run,
need my rainbows so often be
shadowed by my reason?
