I've seen this place before,
So much is new, I know but how?
My feet are off the floor,
Strange figures I see now!
What stranger world is this;
Before me manifest?
Familiar sights beheld
They're full of emptiness!
The colors oh the colors,
Yet none before me still
Seem bending, swirling, shaping, changing
Responding to my will!
Create here I though reason-less,
The scenes before me now.
I see them form with great success
Take life their own but how?
I talk with them I dance,
Much jubilee and bliss.
I stumble from my stance
For home I reminisce.
Overtaken, shaken, shivering,
As my world breaks apart
As each beat I hear the light delivering
A new day soon will start
This strange world I bid farewell
As I open up my eyes
Twas all a dream and fairy-tale
Then from my bed I rise.
-Michael Newberry