Cosmic Reverie: A Dance with the Fictional Man

In the realm of words, where fiction intertwines,

A poem unfolds of a man, not bound by confines,

He's a creation of dreams, a figure unseen,

Yet in the verses, he and I convene.

In the tapestry of stardust, a silhouette takes form,

A fictional man, where imagination storms,

His eyes, a galaxy, holding stories untold,

In the poet's universe, a narrative to unfold.

He walks through the verses with ethereal grace,

A phantom of ink, in this poetic space,

In realms of metaphor and dreams spun wide,

He's the embodiment of the words inside.

Through sonnets and stanzas, we dance and we weave,

A dance with a figure, only I perceive,

In the pages of fantasy, his essence resides,

A muse and creation, where reality hides.

He mirrors the longing, the joy, and the strife,

A manifestation of the poet's inner life,

In every metaphor, in every rhyme,

He's a reflection of the poet's fleeting time.

Yet, as I pen down this poetic charade,

The lines between fiction and reality fade,

For in the ink, a connection is spun,

A dance with a creation, the fictional one.

He may not breathe, or walk this earth,

But in the poet's heart, he finds his worth,

A metaphorical companion, a phantom, a key,

Unlocking the door to what could never be.

So in the poetry of life, where tales are spun,

The fictional man and I become one,

A dance of words, a play of ink and pen,

In the realms of verse, where dreams transcend.