Windows in my Mind

Dreaming or awake I see windows from here to there. I step through the window to a land unknown. Will I see visions of magic or visions of stone? Man's delusions of his mastery over all or nature's cruel whims taking things down. Each window in my mind leads to places unimagined, filled with beings who have tales to tell and songs to sing. I listen closely then tell them to you, I am but the radio of the worlds through the windows of my mind. Will you join me in my imagining and fly away on wings of words?