A Succulent Surreality

I slowly drift off, and fade away
From another world, to another day
Where the sun is purple
And the sand is blue
Where the sea is yellow
And life is of a different hue
Where trees have voices
Of a variety of different dialects
A violet apple whispers in my ear
Indigo pears, sing surreal songs of sweet seduction
Accompanied by a curious choir of cherry blossoms
As this strange tapestry of a world, swallows my mind
Orange rain, falls from crimson red clouds
A black backward flying butterfly, flutters bye
Landing slowly, on a floating carpet of florescent flowers
Wings, pulsating like a gentle heartbeat
I glance to my now, ebony white translucent hands
As they slowly turn to a multi-colour dust
As i become a part of this colourful collage
A sublime surreal destiny swallows me up
Like a succulent peach,
i am no more, than nectar
by Jemia