it's golden...


drifting into sleep last night
my lids became sight
and so with eyes closed
I approached the light

" it's golden "
then in my hand
the message written
" see there "
in the smokey open
" we came "

a whisper was spoken

... they know my name ...

the tunnels turning
a swirling flame
and I was burning
yet the beauty was pain

formations formed
a formless form
and I was taken
again, to the dawn...

the journey went on
with roses growing
in the sun

" see, hear
the color of one
contains them all "

my eyes became
the formless form
and it's from ... hear ...
that we've come

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