Passing moment

I open my eyes to take in a vast blue space specked with white.
As I breathe in the first breaths i realise it is another day.
My memories come to me,  to tell me of the beautiful past
They remind me of the future in store.

My eyes close once more, and with each passing moment I feel the energy around me.
Swirling like the wind, emotions pure as the light running through them.
With each passing moment, an eager breath of life.

Open again, the material of this plane floods my vision once more.
I venture forth, into a hybrid mesh of world and man.
As I walk through their land, their energy to me comes too.
The anguish of a soiled life. The caged dreams of eternal strife.
I feel the tears protrude.

I close my eyes once more, my circle grows behind me.
Ancient entity, with me from memory point.
With each passing moment it writes itself a new line.
The endearment of my own reality, a phase of forgotten time.

I gather the circles strength, and forward push upon the blind.
My eyes again open once more, their energy remains a blatant sore.
In my heart, the darkness screams disapproval, and explodes with centric power.

As the flow takes place and I unfold, my arms wrap ribbons of life energy.
Throwing, binding, screaming and whispering.
Unto an endless sea of sadness, until I see their smiles.
My heart pauses, and the circles reflects an illusion of light.
I feel the grounds soul crush beneath, and release waves of energy.

I open my eyes into the world, and set point focus upon their lives.
Again I change phase, into a strange realm, where false purpose reigns supreme.
The whispers of the sun are kept for later perusal.
I, entranced, shed my mind.

In solace is vibration.
The shattered sounds that make a song.
I hear the call of others, and their winding visions.
And I call out, into the darkness.
Come to me, brothers of mine.