Like a nomad,
in the subconscious realms
Of the beyond.
The night is old,
Yet I still seek peace.
The dark corridors
In the unknown chambers of the mind.
Where is the door, to the light of dreams.
Land of desolation.
Deeper into the night I go.
Darker than ever are
the pits below.
Sculptures in stone.
Dark protectors of sacred ground
Only the pure may enter,
Into the twilight
With the underworld
Subconscious darkness I am allied
Deeper aspects, forces of nature,
Mind can now see the
Ancient land hidden from man.
An esoteric dream in the desert sand.
Shimmering sparks in the darkness.
overtakes the soul.
Loose the body, and earthly conscience.
The freedom of the spirit must be total.
Firewinds in shapeless
Exploding light from new dimensions.
I am it, and it is me.
A phantom creature.