The time is now to wake the dead. Inhale a breath, come and be free. Let colours flow through vacant veins to renew a life that once had been.
REMEMBER. Familiar sensations thought lost and gone. The time has come, vibrancy flows it’s living song. Sleep no more, as night has past; if you look, just look, you will see.
Hear me now, calling your name. An echoed whisper rolling through the valley of complacency: “Wake, wake, wake, sleeping beauty – come back to me.” she cries “come play with me.” “Much was lost, but this needs not be – wake up” she say’s and you will see.
One breath, two, what do I hear. Too faint a call; too far; come near. Three and four nourishing my soul, a voice louder, louder than before. A flash of light before my eyes; first it’s blue and then it’s green. I take one more; I wake; I see.