Chasing The Now Poem by Bullion Grey

In a dream while I slept,
illusions presented themselves'
as if they were fed to my dream from another.
Unthinking as I was, I let go of cause,
drifting in a sea of oblivion.
Fearing I might not return,
I called out to angels of ancient eternity.
Wandering in an opaque dimensions,
being of a soul of pure possibilities,
I watched as people passed before me;
going where even they had no understanding of.
When I awoke, in the early of the morn,
light just starting to illuminate that day,
grief’s and joys mixed among my emotions.
Slowly as I drank my black coffee,
sewing pieces together,
forming a pattern for reasoning.
Hearing the neighbors stirring,
it became clear enough that I understood
of where my spirit was questing toward.
Chasing the Now within the whole.