Rainbows in the dark

Eyes closed, my stretched form has become at one with the couch,

Keyboards pan and echo, blending with a deep drone,

Visiting from 1979, the guitar of Steve Hillage floats through time and space,

In the darkness, the sound of shapes form, morph, and drift away,

Rainbow Dome Musick gives every colour a soundtrack,

The pitch rises and the four ever rainbow meets its crescendo,

The drone lowers, the keys swell, and new sonic doorways are unlocked,

43 minutes and 49 seconds have passed since it feels like I’ve taken a breath,

The rainbow’s drone fades out into an echo, and I’m left in silence,

I am at peace; my mind feels like it has been through a Garden of Paradise,

Cleansed, pure, and ready for sleep.