Standing on the edge of a dream
In between reality and the imaginary
Where the voices are seen as words
Floating on a celestial breeze
The leaves of the trees bristle in unity
To a harmony that can only be seen
The colors singing songs of eternity
Caught amid the chaos of synchronicity
Raining down on the frozen ground
In red hot drops of reverie
To the almighty powers that be
All the clouds of confusion dissipating
Into a flock of seagulls soaring over the sea
My minds eye seeing beyond the gates of eternity
I beheld souls forever struggling to be free
Stretching and contorting their symmetry
Into a twisted parallel shape in time
To be sewn into a fabric of possible destinies
Woven by the cosmic hands of fate
Under the starlight of momentary infinity
