by bogieman » Sat Feb 21, 2009 10:13 am
The colour of magic
This is the colour, you see in a dream
It’s not as quite common, as it may seem
It’s only there, when a wizard does sleep
When in to the darkness, the old mind does creep
It comes through a knowledge, within second sight
Onward you go, travelling deep in the light
Like a tunnel emanating, from within your head
This may be the feeling, you get when you’re dead
The sensation within, that will drive you just wild
Like the very first baby, that lovingly smiled
But, as you awake from the dream, it seems so afar
Like the glow of the light, from an old dying star
Now as you awake, the colour does pass
Like watching the sunrise, through a prism of glass