The Painted Memories That I Dream

I had another dream last night 

But this dream was different 

I was floating in a jade like palace 

That had no fear of eternity 

Yet there was a voice that echoed

Throughout the halls of this paradox of a universe

That which was one with all conscious

That streamed in the everlasting life blood

As an overflowing aether 

Encrusted with the souls of man 

I was not afraid 

Rather, I was completely entranced

With this sight 

Then that voice that echoed spoke 

And asked if I was happy

I did not respond to the rhetorical question 

For I knew it knew how and what I felt

At that time I understood something that had no words

This heaven then pushed me out

And I awoke once again.

Weary is this soul…

For though I have a young shell

I have existed for eons 

Even though I can not remember 

It's just something that I know

For nightly I walk in a gallery of dreams 

That has been painted with my memories.

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~