[glow=red,2,300][/glow]Psychedelic fits of fancy
Paisleys swirl and silver swoons
Ecstasy of true tomorrows
Melting with the Mystic Moon
very very good poem
Tempests dancing through the eve
Spirit guided visions weave
Days begone with years to come
and so I see all lives as one
Psychedelic fits of fury
Fires dance and melt the room
Ecstatic fears of no tomorrow
I watch the melting Mystic Moon
Now Babylon descends yet further
I slip into a conscious slumber
Paisley swirls
Silver swoons
Spirits guide my visions
The ecstasy of...
Melting With the Mystic Moon