When

... visions transform into heartbeats

dreams into warm showers of contentment

fantasies into a sea of colours and

illusions into longings beyond bearing.

Then dreams are growing wings and

the clear sky becomes tainted

with the insistent shades of a yearning soul,

impossible to calm.

Dancing feet on the ground

to hold yourself back from

soaring up high

and touching the clouds.

A feeling of tranquility,

patience

like waiting for the long craved rain in the desert.

And the tears of contentment

guided by a deep sense of gratitude.

A sudden knowing

so strong,

so assuring

like a warm blanket in a cold starless night.

The universe is alive

buried deep

deep inside.

Eternally.

And time is dissolving...

Peace.