I sleep in the wake of my minds eye.
Beholding a wondrous dreamscape of kaleidoscope pictures
spinning round like a carousel.
The deepest shades of blue pollute my head
swimming in the pollution, fish.
Fish of glorious red gold, gleaming like royalty.
Shimmering as though spells of enchantment had been cast.
I ask myself questions of such beauty,
might it kill me to stare into its glory for to long?
Could I get lost in this place? Never to wake.
I ask myself, would it be ok to never wake. To never leave.
I have traveled to the Otherworld of all things magical.
To stay would be divine.