Psilocybe

I’d found myself in the hour
Between dusk and dawn
Twilight apocalypse eating my dreams
Reality is drying up, time is melting it seems
The shimmering lights slip away
Endlessly blinking but not for me
I’ve been falling down this rabbit hole for so long
But please don’t hold me to that, I might be wrong

Suddenly paisley lightning bolts flash before my eyes
Flocks of technicolour birds and neon arrows
Drifting through the skies
I see the dragon fly fashioned from sparkling glass
Waiting to take us to the land amongst the clouds
I must act now, lest I let the chance pass

Now amongst the clouds I love you all
I fear nothing, the flocks of birds and dragon flies
Will catch me if I were to fall
Let us journey to the waterfall of light
And there in the heavens we’ll be at peace
Until the paisley lightning illuminates the night

Then I broke free from the spell of sleep
The hard mattress beneath holding this broken heap
I groaned and I sweated until I could no more
And by then I’d forgot what I was looking for
I calmed and I relaxed over time
But I’d never been so broken in my fragile mind
Because the door way back to the dragon flies
I knew I’d never again find

By Dann Dos

Copyright November 2005