Below the waves strike
Wildly against the rocks
Above, lie the seven serene skies
And the million little stars
...
Unstoppable are the
Sandstorms of swirling browns and grays
Weaving shades unknown
Into tapestries unraveling slowly
...
I cannot tell you
Of the emerald green lands,
Of the enchanting sea of silver blue,
Nor of the amber gold sands
...
Grey Area
Below the waves strike
Wildly against the rocks
Above, lie the seven serene skies
And the million little stars
But the misty fog separating the two,
I dare not cross
Beyond lies the empty darkness
Ahead lie the blinding lights.
Rays of hope
But the fringes separating the two,
I dare not cross
In the unconsciousness lie
The dreams
In the consciousness, lies the truth
And from the slumber separating the two,
I dare not rise
Behind me lies the reality
Ahead lies fantasy
But the dream separating the two.
I dare not dream