A medley of thoughts burst through my mind, most vanishing with the early morning fog blanketing the slopes of dear Avalon. In my dream I had a vision of a land far away in the cycle of imagination and dreams. From a viewpoint around the corner of a cliff standing on the edge of a precipice with cobbled stones pulled from the earth to form a low barrier against the inquiries of the mad and self-forsaken. Beyond this wall of stone, lies Eden, in all its home, on the far left the shining roofs of building after building rainbow their splendid iridescence towards the sky, brightening the sun with their madly golden tempered reflection. Dozens upon dozens litter that area before the mountains, and oh what mountains. They take your breath and pull it out ofyou in a long air starved gasp only halted by the swift intake of oxygen needed to keep the brain from dying so that you may continue to gaze upon their crystalled masses. Like the teeth of a shark, white sharp points piercing the gaping mouth of blue sitting on top of them. So intensely sharp as if to pierce the bubble of our atmosphere and let all of space come tumbling in. But let our gaze sweep to the right, to where an enormous lake of purest blue sits reflecting each stray bird caught peering for the bottom in their hopes to catch the silver flash of the inhabitants of that huge saucer of Neptune. Settling along the shore rises forest with spires of interwoven trees riding the undulating land to form a second haven for man, perfectly blended with the earth, save for the immense height and unmistakable geometry of the largest structures who stand among their sitting brethren, still unable to shake their very tree-like natures completely from their stilted shoulders. Beyond this port of living, collected lumber lie the fields of managed bounty, kaleidoscoping into the distance they harbor enormous grain pyramids of vibrant and powerful proportions, capable of spilling their hearty production upon the land and flooding the rivers with waves and oceans of harvested life.

This vision spoke to me, from my imagination it called, and I wish my eyes never opened for beauty lay in its voice.