The Heir of Saturn

Swirling colours, vivid and blinding, pulsate, in a cellophane coloured a sky,

A great blue door is beset by godly hands, vibrating in the colourful scene,

The hands hold a staircase in place, locked in an alien landscape,

Above the door a mighty skull sits, adorned with a golden lock,

Within the keyhole spins a whirlpool of stars,

The sudden arrival of the inner self is a spectacle to behold,

The door swings open revealing the inner self, naked and skeletal,

It glows, beautiful and newborn, emitting a soft blue light from its glassy bones,

My mind is stalled at this point, lost within the colours, one for every hurt,

The spiralling sky becomes a bright portal, spinning, slow, warm and inviting,

The inner self leaves its essence, before fading into that spiralling light,

Shadows fill with starlight, as a swirling green nebula slowly erases the vision,

I awaken in sudden darkness, the stars have faded, and life is reality once more.