Soft light rowing its boat right into the source
Activating its eye, taking nature's course
It made a haze of blues, greens and whites
Absorbing the energy and turning off the lights
Then it transformed! - the colours were crossed
A blinding energy, colder than frost
But, at the same time, the colours were blurring
Like it was food, soup that needed stirring
Now that the third eye is aware
Out of the corner of your eye, you know it is there
What colour is it? Is it real? Can I look?
- a focused gaze was all that it took
Once you stop daydreaming and look with your eye's light
It will disappear, out of your line of sight
Gone, melting, into the air
Do you believe in it? If so, it is there!