Coalesce

Escaping the daily visual perception,

Into a realm of blue ink, we sink.

Changing the senses stations reception,

With incremental tunings, we rewire;

Not hoping to somehow inspire,

Another`s vision with each motion.

Each pigmented, embossed incision

Is: no more than a drop in the ocean.

The leaves in the sunlight and shade

Reveal the many different variations,

In the spectrum of green;

But

The galaxy - this far off glade,

Holds colors beyond present manifestations,

Accessible only when within a dream.

We entered the forest, as one;

When the initial conception,

Had for the first time begun.

We slept in the soft grass,

Drank from a cool flowing stream,

Experienced every delicious deception,

Of this far off place – so serene…

And, time would eventually pass -

Ever so slowly he became two

As each day, they both grew;

Till even the realm of reality.

Became an aspect of fantasy.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker