Somewhere over the rainbow

What is it to have nothing to return to,

Following the heart through perpetual cycles of forward inertia;

Millennia spent making way through space,

The mental grasping at swaying fringe;

yearning to catch an ever illusive feeling.

Colors vivid hues fade to memories recesses,

It's scents slowly dissipate from my air.

Oh the feeling, that tender touch,

becons my being so deeply I can not ignore the call.

So...

Dancing through marigold feilds I go;

To a place where oxytocin flows in abundant dose.

Kelidoscope colors clash as I am caught by plush grass.

Here, I am golden.

Here, All is pure.

Here, I am home.