This Common Chair

I sit on this common chair.
Staring strangely at the cloudy moon.
My mind conceives a beautiful sorrow.
The vision of white sands drags me somewhere.

Am I dreaming on this common chair?
Transporting to a foreign dimension,
My body collides with the supernatural.
I don’t see any human here.

Love. Heartache. Fun. Grief.
I am conscious of all these.
Running away from this common chair,
I find myself transforming so lively.


About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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