A vision of colour.

I once had a dream

that when we pass on,

it wasn’t our minds that

transcend and transform,

but shades of our vibrations,

colours of auras,

that float into the cosmos,

illuminating the darkness.

Vibrant brushes of crimson

for those driven by anger,

soothing strokes of green

for the empaths and carers,

highlights of gold

sparkling for the innocent,

a multicoloured universe

creating something

quite magnificent.

In my dream I could I gaze upon,

a spectrum of colourful souls,

....a kaleidoscopic canvas,

all blending together as one.