It's Not Really Real Poem by Sarah Sisson

What you think you see is not always what's there.
A burned auburn sky or a sumptuous stare.
A hue from a candle, a wall that's not white.
Or maybe a telescope view in the night.

What's real is imaginary; tell you why.
Those stars that you see really aren't in the sky.
The candle is darkness. You eyes played a trick.
The colored wall; stark white....only paint is thick.

Why can we know imagination is real?
I guess it's about how our thoughts make us feel.
And feelings are valid. They take us through times.
All that is real is individual minds.

Copyright 01-31-2009 Sarah Sisson