Beyond the crown of clouds
darts the Rainbow Serpent
covered in shroud.
Where the magik is mundane,
world like a jewel of wonder,
the Wizard's otherworldly plane.
Dashing and spinning
through the blossoms of morning awe
A stunning Rainbow serpent, I had saw.
Visions of a madman
condemned to misunderstandings.
Am I the last of the people who dream in color?