Spinning in a maelstrom of memories
(Inside an aura of brilliance)
I walk out on the winter night
Into the summer's hushed aurora
Where Zeus airbrushes the sky
With scarlet, saffron, and citrus
And the sun spreads its wings
(In my vault of heaven)
Michael Fischer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-psychonaut-in-a-state-of-bliss-my-vault-of-heaven/
