It will be almost real
It will be nearly like I'm awake
You will feel the fear slipping away
Giving in to a sudden magic
You won't be able to move
Rip the colourful web of wires
Convoys of obscure visions
Will float through the hazy lakes of the pupils
Unresolved splash
Of magic past the lines of the circle
Two waves, which met
And consumed eachother
Drowsy wind scrolls through the pages
Illustrations of all your feelings
You won't be able to disobey
Soothing rhythms of the currant
Clouds with long awaited rain
Soft whisper like a bridge over misty abyss
I am trying not to think about it
That all of this may at once disappear
Unresolved splash
Of magic past the lines of the circle
Two waves, which met
And consumed eachother
Instinctive, subconscious
Absolute, unique
Unavailable yet desirable, astral
Unmanifested, unaccountable
A blinding splash
Of magic past the lines of the circle
Two waves, which met
And consumed eachother