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 within 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 countless 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,
And I awaken in sudden darkness,
The stars have faded
And life is reality once more.