Utopian Visions

Our true destination, is written in the radiant mist and song silently upon a silver breeze. whispered harmonies weeping graceful melodies, to the lost who cannot find. we bathe in illusion that makes us visible, and our hunger makes us sane. Decorated by the benign, That decant our life force Upon the mundane. We fade, Slowly inextricably masters of our own suffering, Seeking nourishment from a mirage. And the days turn strange. with space and time being one in the same. how can we dissolve the darkness? if there is no diamond bridges, Cascading light beneath a turquoise sky. No luminous angelic flames, To illuminate the wants of man. and to understand makes us smaller.