The realm of sacred symphonies

The purple haze and the mystic daze
have covered me like clouds..
I float and fumble
down the path
caught up in the crowds.
The scattered psyche in a daze,
the masses madly moan..
spiritual songs
 subliminally sung..

In the realm of surreal scarlet shamans..

The dreamer of a paradise
falls further into fantasy
dancing 'round a deserted dimension..
infinite doorways I can see.

The blue sky
slowly seduces me with serenity..
The sunshine still ignites the cosmos
summoning the souls
swimming
through
stars..

To the realm of the sacred shamans...

The prophetic poets
place pieces of a personal place
far beyond space..
Sharing secrets they've been shown.

The paranoia can be erased,
Let the lovely landscape lift you up..
Let the transcendence
begin
as I swiftly slip out of this solar system..

Into the realm of the sacred symphonies.

In cool careless canyons
the clouds cover them,
the beings begin to bow..
They drift into peace to be released
And Giving thanks for the eternal now.
The purple haze goes on for days
gently guiding the ghosts,
it pulls us into its protective presence..

Within the realm of the secret symphonies..