A fabulous journey through the otherworlds of phantoms, mental states, and dreams.They couldn't see the sky,But they could see a reflection of the skyAnd its clouds in the water when the mist lifted:A reflected bird flew in a reflected sky.Water lilies floated in the heavenly mirror.Orange day-lilies nearby told themThat that deep summer was upon them.Haunting visions poured forth,As they looked at the image of the sky in the water.Soft winds rippled the water ever so slightly,And blew the branches of the reflected trees.Dreamy visions held them still sleep-eyed.Again their worlds had met at twilight.A lark rose from the waterAnd flew into nothingness.Gossamer threads ran from rock to rock,Seemingly attaching them to their dream world.Was it dawn or dusk?In the half light, it did not matter."Which is real and which is an illusion?"She wondered.