Me

An open window,
Thoughts pouring in,
Blossoming into ideas,
Making brain a hot kiln.

Floating truth,
Suspended view,
Seeping freshness,
Everything looks anew.

Hazy horizon,
Target is a silhouette,
Aimlessly gliding,
Perfecting the imperfect.

Alas,
The settled dust blows,
Reality revealed,
As the mind flows.

There lies the target,
A mirror I see,
Staring back,
The reality is me!