Mistress

I become young and old, A thousand dreams, emotions, memories reproduced, Catatonic submission induced, Within those walls, time, space, The reproduction of life evoked, Out of illusion, poetry is birthed, Realism painted, restrained longing heard, Underneath it all brutishness awaits, Shared journeys interrupted, The air, the light, the world awakes, But for a short time, the darkness sheaths my soul. That resides within the space between me and reality, It has made my young and old.