Dreams born from fear, sadness, and despair
are not the kind most of us like to share,
but if you would dare, welcome to my nightmare.
When light passes through a prism we react
to seven colors that the triangle will refract
Once I awakened from an encounter and gasped
as if it were my own destiny I had clasped
in the mist of clouded images void of love.
I prayed I could somehow rise above
footsteps in sands of time, my own heartbeat
and the future I dreamed I would meet
I still hope, dream and believe
with all of the rainbows I perceive
that you may never feel the pain
of this sixth sense I can't explain
