As I was going through old files I came across a poem I wrote in 1978 when I was sixteen years old. I felt it was worth sharing to hopefully inspire your imagination.
Echoing sounds of inner thoughts, filling scenes with bizarre animals and fairies.
Gazing into transparent void, holding on to powerful secrets.
Inventing mirages in the mind, jostling creativity around.
Key to the universe, letting go of reality, mystic, never-ending.
Opening windows that are sealed shut, possibly speaking with God.
Queer surprises attacking thoughts, revealing the unknown.
Soaring like the wind, reaching out into space.
Time standing still, unexplainable adventures.
Vague in explanation, without a mark and without a bound.