I saw this dream of a picture,
That traced the colors, blue.
Cossetted by rocks, boulders, and stones,
Of springs of rushing waters,
A touch of sensation,
A vibrant display of hues.
At its height of beauty, when night time did fall,
A shining light did I see,
Nestled between cavernous hues.
It brought back a dream I once dreamed.
The one where the blinding light shone.
In that dream where blue tints tickled my senses,
The white light that shone bright, led me through,
A dark and winding path to nowhere,
The road took me away from gloom.
I now am showered by blue spring waters,
That rushed to create ripples below,
down to a stream that winds into rivers and seas,
And, glides past rocks and boulders and stones.