In A Transcendental Dream

In a transcendental dream Like a technicolored screen where a mystery will enfold evoking sentiments of old. Treasurable moments of this very kind emerging from deep inside a resolute and enlightened mind. Gloriously vibrant paints the third eye Hidden in memory's scrapbook enterprise In a transcendental dream appears a most inventive scheme. From a myriad of sketches and lines brings a scope gleaming with a shine. Please never let this moment pass I can witness myself at last Clear water drops will prism breaking the tedious pessimism. Blue and orange and sparkling yellows mixing with melodies of singing cellos. Then a door will open wide Into a celestial garden I will glide Astral projection soars me from the ground hearing exhilarating orchestrative sounds. In a bliss of sensual release leaving the Earth in total peace. Meditative moments have captured the purist form of total rapture. As the nebulas summon our spirits we begin to finally hear its beckoning from near and far through the cosmic boulevard. Insistent is the mystic calling as the Leonids are falling. In the pensive Mid-November sky is the wonder for every eye. Luminous in all its grandeur is the hallowed soulful cure. Enduring through the glamourous night are shooting the exploding meteorites. Blending within our treasured course is a soothing and pleasurable voice. Mending the need for yielding trust Amidst the pictorial stardust are the paragons of golden ages assisting our token elder sages. Lifting us through twilight to dawn as each tiny urchin mildly yawns to awaken wildly and so redeem themselves in this transcendental dream. Surging forth like ladened crystals are the visions amongst the mistful mornings which will surely transform as the currents divinely perform a ritualistic and sumptuous dance our perceptions to enhance. In a transcendental dream Like a technicolored screen where a mystery will enfold evoking sentiments of old.