Sledge

Here, I drew some
of my illusions....

At the first light of a morning break
at a sledge travel road:

I seem to imagine
how seagulls swayed up
their wings
to surf an awesome
sky...
they swayed,
fumbled,
and bended,
in between water's
clime.

It was a heartless embed,
uneventful,
as they sled
on white water rocks
to floor a slide
and swing up
a speed raft show!

Upturning…

They cried a simple
shriek….
all around rehearse;
They felt nothing,
of sort but see
a clear blue sky
winning their hearts.

Mind's illusion...

I decided to travel
back on a sledge
home ward by feet,
and earth swallowed
my every step.

Afar...
the sea seem to listen
an inkling sound
underneath
my feet;
while my mind wanders
an edge of a dream,
unrelenting,
unsatisfying,
which was
pain.