At the brink of reality

At the brink of reality
where boundaries are hazy
when boundaries become hazy
and images become hazy.
Images of lazy Sunday afternoons
spent doing nothing on university squares
with friends,
of friends
are brought to mind.

In dreams
In the reality of dreams
followed closely on
by dreams of reality,
that surprise,
may astound,
someone, not keenly having observed them in.
But to me they seem
to so naturally follow
from everything that happened,
from last evening,
after the realization of sunset
that occurred in a distant part of the world
I might not currently be in.
But that exists nonetheless.

That magical sunset that transpires
every evening at the Isla del Sol
That magical sunset that ought transpire
in every Isla del Soul
of us thanking everything beautiful
Why do we not?

But in the reflection of those memories
which bring to consciousness
that there is nothing
That there is nothing so as unbelievable
That all belief is there of all right now
as it has been ever,
if we think about it.

Simple!