I think I must be dreaming I see things near and far,
in the palm of my hand I see a galaxy shinning like a star.
I close my hand, I know its true, I know it just can't be,
but from my fist pastel rainbows flow out surrounding me.
There at the end of resplendent beams a small black pot of gold,
that holds within unmeasurable depths stories yet untold.
And as I look a vail of light shields them from my sight,
for the times not come to tell these tales of daylight in the
night.
I shut my eyes this is a dream I truely can't believe,
yet through closed lids above the trees I see a drifting leaf.
Slowly falling from the sky above as the leaf lands on the ground,
roots shoot out and grab the earth spreading all around.
From each point where the roots descend a fountain begins to flow,
with liquid iridescent fire to feed the roots below.
I open my eyes and through black smoke shinning red in the
fountains flame,
a wise old sage that's lost his mind calls out to all who came.
"Listen to the words you've heard, the words I've come to say at
last,
I prophesy a future yet to come and days that have long since
passed".
Then as he turns and walks away he shouts without a sound,
"Hear the words I give to you their meaning can't be found".
Bewildered I am at the words he said I think I understand,
the clarity of the words ring true, the confusion is so grand.
Now on the spot where he once stood there grows a strange new
flower,
with bright red leaves and deep green petals thats shrinking by
the hour.
In a wink of an eye the flower is gone and there lies in its place,
on the wrinkled earth where the flower stood I see the old mans
face.
He opens his mouth and in the depths soaring ever higher,
a great white dove on invisable wings flies at me screeming
"Liar!".
"There is no peace here in your dreams through me you now will see,
that in your dreams before your eyes stands the door to reality."
