By: John E. Murray, III
Too close to reality do we sit,
When we dream of angels with an uncanny wit.
They are visions truly,
But when neglected, become most unruly.
Even nearer do we move
When they offer us emotions from which to choose.
This may not be what we need,
Nevertheless, for them, we will plead.
Lost in the life of another are we
When our fantasies merge with another’s reality.