It is dark
And nothing is missing
Blood red
My mind is in focus

Peacefully quiet
Warm and relaxed
I shift smoothly
Into another world

Faces, shapes and colors glide by me
Hearing only with my eyes
I am only here to view

Nothing is lost
It will all be recorded

The temperature changes
But I only feel the colors
And their vibrations blend in with my soul

And we become one
Flying into the center of the unknown
Creating worlds as we go

© 9/18/1992
William Grant Preston

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