Opaque Thoughts and Lucid Conversation

While choosing between the shadows & beautiful paradoxes
I was talking with my shattered angel

There came an intense visitation of energy
Under the poet's moon
In the evening redness
I simply have to smile
Just for one moment I thought illusions could come true -
Recreating a mirror's reflection In another dimension...
I stood inside a bleeding rainbow
As my hand went out in the shape of a star
Night's shroud is an enigma to play in
Where ideologies, painted on the wall linger like a dead man's words
And lizards swim in pools of velvet
creating a gentle, violet halo
while I recede into myself
...To walk on lasers is such a fine thing
Perhaps I'll teach you sometime

~ Rachel Morgan