Pick, prill roll at the sound of zest and
awe... Sheets and tinkling - clinging
things as bells and stars

Rogue and vast as things razzmatazz
Almost flaccid like in between *****'s
sheath

Wrapped in a web of cosmic dreams

Delving on delirium and dimensions

undevilish on translucent streams

Finding the void coined hollow and incomplete

****** and pure as elvish leaf

The gates and doorways to a kingdom
of infinity and divinity

Cast shadows hover over covert cloudy
linings Protecting this pilgrimage of hope

a place where truth lives Showers of abundant waters roar and
caves embrace to rhythm adore

Hymn peculiar to simple notes

A surreal anecdote
plastered in an outlet of breathing walls And beyond the darkness you find the
essence of humanity

There past the dry and empty do you
find a hoard

Which houses instruments that play the
gospel of life divine Blessed by the meandering strings of
air, you glare into space and see faces

You look up and it is almost unreal as
you see fantastical places
You march and gallop

Drop and drop as you are drenched
and your body breathes

A sudden cold shakes me and I realise I
have been in the heaven of my dreams.