as the world sleeps, the enchanting begins being unseen and quiet, messages are delivered information bouncing in and about all sleeping intelligence apparitions and memories of long-ago actions as the world awakens, the enchanting flees the mind some of the enchanted will recall with faint impressions some will remember nothing...
I drank a whole glass of nostalgia, Took a flight around time, And found myself sitting where I started, In a state of unnerving silence, Thinking about how the thunder Stored in my swollen heart roars, whenever I’m somewhere, Lost in my memories.
I wish I could take The colors from a rainbow And place them Into your heart So you would remember What beautiful feels like And know there is Hope in the dark.