The cascade was warm like Italian marble,
cleansing of spirit, wet, green and beautiful,
my outstretched hands were as though in prayer,
curtain opened showing coloured birds in the air.
Images flashed before me, a kaleidoscope,
they gave me warmth, they gave me hope,
I could stay here forever with closed eyes,
away from adversity, darkness, your goodbyes.
I did not need anything, alcohol nor nicotine,
now I knew everything, heaven, where I'd been,
I'd been asleep but now awoken by you,
I could not move - there was nothing I could do.
I was grateful, enlightened, happy to be,
enveloped by a wonderful liquid mystery.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 9:46 AM UTC
The cascade was warm like Italian marble,
cleansing of spirit, wet, green and beautiful,
my outstretched hands were as though in prayer,
curtain opened showing coloured birds in the air.
Images flashed before me, a kaleidoscope,
they gave me warmth, they gave me hope,
I could stay here forever with closed eyes,
away from adversity, darkness, your goodbyes.
I did not need anything, alcohol nor nicotine,
now I knew everything, heaven, where I'd been,
I'd been asleep but now awoken by you,
I could not move - there was nothing I could do.
I was grateful, enlightened, happy to be,
enveloped by a wonderful liquid mystery.