Lying in the grass, far beneath the stars.
The world around me becomes dark, vast, endless.
As I look above, into the deep, black sky,
my thoughts slip out of my own subconsious soul.
Onto a blank canvas they go,
Where they begin to grow...

Thoughts of life, thoughts of love.
Thoughts of the future rapidly approaching.
My happiest thoughts begin to fill the canvas with beauty.
While my darker thoughts of worry and distress create a thunderstorm of colors trying to over come the beauty.

As the thunderstorm which once filled my subconsious soul begins to clear,
I fall into a deep, peacefull place where my thoughts melt away.
I'm left vunerable to the power of the night.
Slowly I drift off to sleep.