Eyes closed tight In dim light A being lay on a sheet Made out of beet Quietly as the soundless night I do see a body rise to its height Moving up in pace Destinate to a place Wherever it will exceed It tricked what my eyes can see Can it be true? To know what is truce. No! impossible No one is possible To lift in mid air Like a hanging pear Surprised I am Running like a lamb Made my confession It's just an illusion.
