Re-visions

I remember a time when I transcended the line between wakefulness and sleep. My dreams informed my conciousness and my wakeful existence fed my dreams. There was a harmony of being and clarity of sight that carried me through life with amusement and certainty. I look back now and liken that phase to the few seconds on the crest of a ferris wheel's curve into the heavens. As the cabin slowly rises above the park the cacophony subsides and the smell of metal, sweat and candy corn give way to a thin jasmin scented breeze. You reach the top and suspended in mid air high above everything you've left behind, the shimmering colores of unexplored rides beckon...and you almost feel special.