Tye-dye colors fill the sky,
imagery so beautiful you will cry.
A gateway opens as if it beckons.
I guess a peak wouldn't hurt I reckon.
Time and space wind and bend,
as I get shot out on the other end.
A mystical place is where I've been brought.
A mystical place based on my inner thought.
A place designed for all my dreams.
A place where I can do anything.
nice poem...nice thoughts....enjoyed them