Where worlds collide
in systems far beyond
and people love and laugh
as I visit and pass
Places of my own creation
in sleep free to dream
without limits or bounds
new places I have found
Current and friends past
can have a talk and laugh
at the absurd world out there
when life is hard to bear
The architect of dream scapes
I build as I may please
until the morning light
and say goodbye to the night
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 