The Mists Of Time Poem by Bullion Grey

In the dream, drawn from space and time, are foggy elements that have not been written about or seen by just a few. Misty places from this side, where dreams are laying in wait for dreamers unaware, to play into their minds the dream's event.

Holographic in nature, without limits floating back some where in the mists of time are the thoughts yet thought, the ideas yet freed, the hopes without someone to carry them forward.

Many have realized those things in the mist of yesterday, looking at us as poems or tales that empart loving forms that capture one's attention, yet so misty in time, they almost arent real, solid, even defined. Yet there they are, lost in the mists of time....