And We Become One

And We Become One

It is dark

And nothing is missing

Blood red

My mind is in focus

Peacefully quiet

Warm and relaxed

I shift smoothly

Into another world

Faces, shapes and colors glide by me

Hearing only with my eyes

I am only here to view

Nothing is lost

It will all be recorded

The temperature changes

But I only feel the colors

And their vibrations blend in with my soul

And we become one

Flying into the center of the unknown

Creating worlds as we go

© 9/18/1992, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry