Wonderous visions have I seen
Diamond covered waking dreams,
In my mind
Bright pictures
Revolve in whirls of light,
Images of pretty things
Illuminate the night
Amazing technicolour balls
Are all that I can see
But reaching out to touch them
They spin away from me.
Confusion comes
Then goes away
As laughter fills the air,
You must not fight
Nor reason why
Just let yourself
Be there.
1972
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