Peer Through Mists

I peer through mists
That shroud what's real
This light now risks
To cloud what I feel

The phantasm shade
Of illusory arcana
Has urged and forbade
My entrance to realms untamed

While holy and serene
This cloud upon which I reside
Is nothing more than a dream
Still, I can't decide

Should I go back to sleep
And live my days
In a slumbering, deep apophantic haze

Awake, the ground strikes me as hard
The sight, the sound, equally worthy of discard

Both present their ills
In the clouds, far from grace
And in the land of earthen hills
A wholly unfulfilling place

In the sky, I never gaze the truth
As the earth is tangible
The fall
A loss of the innocence of youth
Or waking to pain more gradual

As it stands, I choose to float
If I reach terra firma
I shall reap what my illusionment has sown