I feel the warmth as I trace my fingers in the wind.
The energy is vibrant which leads to a vision, soon to begin.
The energy is magical if I follow it's course.
To let my inhibitions fall and seek strength in the source.
My mind begins to drift as the vision comes alive.
I ease into the energy and strap in for the ride.
I don't push for control I let it take me far away.
Sunlit plains, the smell of the ocean, is what I crave.
The moment when the colors enter the vision makes me sigh.
For life without colors would truly cause me to die.
The passion in red, the strength in purple, the calmness in blue,
is what allows the vision to live and maybe someday come true.
The stress of the day can cloud my vision and make it hide.
This I must not allow for the visions allow me to survive.
For but a moment I peel back the layers that dance in my mind.
I see destiny in the form of liquid, a taste truly sublime.
For destiny cannot be pursued it can only be welcomed within.
It can be seen if I allow imagination and reality to blend.