Immaculate rays of Sunshine fall upon the ancient Earth. Riding the waves of madness; exploring hidden treasures of delight. Psychedelic memories fill the room; Their energies still abundant here. Whispering to me in my ear; I seek the truth and their inner knowledge. How did it feel to die? Looking death in the eye. Did the ancient ones speak to you; comforting words flooding your mind. Telling you to come home now; to walk within the light... Copyright-Michelle Baldwin If you would like to hear a spoken word version of it, feel free to go here: http://www.myspace.com/michellesmusings Peace, ~Michelle~
