Queen Crimson Poem by gaurav bist

juxtapose,
thought with thought
as queen shapes a castle
flags unfurl,
as reality drips
and those dimensions hassle.
truth as they say,
is a land
of pathless mountain
fades here the secret
a big golden
eternal fountain.
sacred mirrors,
as they show you
melt into delusion
when light
shines within,
a whispering crimson.
but don't be lost my child,
as not too far
is reflection of the self,
the altar.
fly with birds,
yes you can
don't size the horizon
just roll,
as time kisses space
naked nature dizen.
so dance my only child,
and connect,
before it dies,
the soul must resurrect.
for the truth is you,
and you are me,
purest
is this dream,
which shall set us free..