Night Creates Strange Visions. (A Poem and 2 pictures). Revised.

After dark I am dreaming, even when awake.

Shadows merge with memories

To guide me into a labyrinth of distorted time and space.

I pass through the Looking Glass of my past and present

To glimpse shards of the future, that may be true or false,

Whatever the facts are, they dazzle for a moment,

And then are gone, just like switching off and on the light,

Something I do without a moments thought.

Is it too late to change the trajectory of my life?

Are my dreams just a pack of Tarot Cards

Falling from the hands of a magician

Playing god for all the world to see?

The beauty of moonlight invalidates my thinking.

I close my eyes and enter a darkness of mirrors.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 23rd. August 2024.