Surreal Awakenings

A galaxy of colour protrudes my eyes.

I can see them all, spraying up over the land.

It’s early morning, cold as ice.

The sky is dark, and the glistening stars are lessening.

As the colours encrouch the brim of the earth,

they peak higher and higher, as high as they can go.

So bright,

you can hear each colour chanting a vibrant song,

you can see the music flowing through the air.

As the sun creeps up, surpassing the horizon

and filling my gargantuan eyes with blinding bliss,

I am forever filled with this feeling,

forever to try and sing this song again.