Visionary Offering The wind that blows between the crack will wisp away the basic black leaving shadows, coloured brown grey and ochre. Sand is blown to scrape the surface of the plain releasing grass to grow again shaking off the cracking shell Growing, stretching, gone be Hell No more the agonies of fate The hidden side shall be the mate of surface world. Reality will dance and turn, and fantasy will lighten up, no nightmare dreams to wake the children into screams Good be better, bad be, too Lifting life from where it’s glued The work you do, the tears you cry have loosened everything to fly Gone be rapist, torturer; this the vision that We offer Post navigation Love and Love and LoveTo yourself be true Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.