Swift winds swirling.

Energy in shades past the spectrum.

Colored glitter gliding;

In the shape of a bird.

There is no ground below me,

Merely a vast expanse of clouds;

Of all sorts. Hue. Depth. Obscure oblivion.

A kaleidoscope turning and trembling.

The bird plunges down to me

Leaving a trail of colors

That fade into the atmosphere,

creating a new canvas in the sky.

Its wings envelop my body.

I am scared for a moment.

It carries me over one of the many suns

That shine in this haven.

"Let me down!" I say;

But the bird does not listen.

The sun is beckoning; so warm.

I struggle free and dive into it.

The sun swallows me whole;

My last vision being the bird.

It evaporates into the air and it cries/

It cries with me as we both fade into the abyss.

Something is wrong. I am in the black void

But the bright screeches of the bird are escalating.

The screeches are no longer soft with pain

But blaring, full out shrieks. Suffocation.

The sun is hot and it scalds my figure.

I shout out for a savior. Help me.

The sun is searing and its blaze swells.

And then, a call in the dark.

"Come to me" it shouts but I am lost.

The bird has broken through the sun.

It pulls me out and covers me. Safe.

I am drifting down. I do not miss the sun.

[Soft pillows beside me.

A beeping sound rings in my ears.

My savior is gone. Bright lights.

Fog clears, and my family surrounds me.

Hospital smells. Stiff sheets.

They dress my wounds. Vicious sun.

A fire in my house; nothing left.

But I am safe, goodnight.]