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
