Red Lighting from the thrust of the Sun,
Kaleidoscop-ing into deep amber…
flames of crystalline light explode,
into jewels of Platonian laughter;

detonations a deep blue dream,
Blossoming into your soul,
how does it feel oh child,
as your wings unfold,
into this Sky of Snow…

Some people got it wired Son,
Some people got it blue,
Can you really tell me now,
What it means to you?

If I were just a Buddhist priest,
Suffering from a Freudian slip,
Well you know some words,
From a paper book,
Just might bring me bliss…