When Dreamers Meet
By Emmerson
In a technicolour void, Lost in space and time. Where reality has no meaning, And all thoughts are divine. Where a soul is free to express, In words of truth and love. Transcendent thoughts heaven sent, Ratified by angels high above. There's a rainbow that forms in the night, That connects soul into soul. In star like jewelled perfection, That shimmers brighter than the purest gold. With a blue that greets the oceans depths, And seems to come alive; When at last another spirit is found, That dares to take the dive. Feeling the flow of love, as it emanates Through each particle of their being. Recomposing deep within, Raindrops fall in cleansing and in healing. Quenching the thirst of these timeless thinkers, With understandings finest wine. Tasting of freedom, that cleanses the pallet, New delicacies invade the mind. In this place where time stands still, And beauty knows no bounds. Dreamers have gathered for centuries, To feast upon and share in life's esoteric sounds. Beings of light joined, By the essence of their souls. United by their depth of vision, In this timeless sphere, they stroll. Written February 11th, 2002 © on Feb 10 2002 09:10 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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