I was sat in the clouds Sat in a white leaved golden chair Talking to a wise creator About his greatness and cleaver planning, And what the future holds for all of you. He told me much, But it means so much more And he showed me how he gardens. I was waited on by an angel girl Glowing with beauty and slender. She did her job with the sweetest smile Anything I needed, she was there, I asked for a coffee, she was there, I asked for some sugar, she asked white or brown. I said to the man "What do you think of that man down stairs?" He didn't have a bad word to say But then again, he knows what his children think. He showed me myself, And told me that I'm needed, Needed for a job he has planned "You can't fail" "You're on a mission from God" Then he showed me how to Surround myself in a new sensation With numerous colours and lights, Oh, the lights. He told me tales of his skies and clouds Spoke about his lands and waters The wonderful things he told me and showed me Filled my head with images of sounds, The sounds of a sand covered, sweet tone piano Lying on the beachie shores of a lost paradise. A paradise lost by the facts and thoughts of complicated minds. All this and my head was in empty bliss. He spoke of planets so close by an heir's breath Which we pass by every day. But to look at them would show us things We hadn't even thought of. Like the orange coloured cardboard curls That only cling to the threads hanging by icy water Covered caverns, opening their cold octagon clad mouths In the hope of a breath of warm, shapeless air. There I saw your fate, I saw my fate. Given the ability to crush it in my palm But you'll do that on your own. I know it, I've seen it, and there I heard it, and how I felt it I felt it's cold biting breath on my neck, But to shrug it off was effortless. You'll see.
Reason for writing:
Based on a dream I've had.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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