Visions


What a way (the perfect way)
To spend a day
Under the old elm trees
Brushed casually by the breeze.

The colors that I feel
Are vividly unreal
As a storm gathers overhead
I am trapped in a world
Where only mortals can tread.

Softly... softly...
Breathe your life into me
Slowly... slowly... I'm understanding the things
That you see.


by sebastian raaphorst (vorpal^), 1998