Vistas

“Where has she gone?”

I know they must wonder

My room now seems empty

My speech full of blunders

Obsessed by something

Of which I cannot speak

I seem to disappear

Through a tiny hole I’ve leaked

One drop at a time

Till I was all gone

It must seem amiss

But nothing is wrong.

How can I explain

How reality shifts?

It sounds like madness

Yet pleasantly it drifts

Though unsettling at times

The landscape, it changes

New vistas I see

Of infinite ranges

Which are somehow familiar

And beckon me “Come!”

As I learn to navigate

By this New World's sun.

                     ---unAsleep