TECHNICOLOR DREAM

Floating on cotton wool clouds 
while cherubs play harps with golden strings 
where tranquility resides,where your happy 
your smiling your heart sings
The cloud bursts raindrops fall heavily, 
then the sun appears shining down on the world
A rainbow appears,its colours vibrant
at its end,there lies that pot of gold.
These images seen in technicolor 
they feel real, what do they mean
Are you subconsciously searching for serenity
while you slumber and dream.
Have you traveled to heaven maybe 
a sneak preview of love and peace
where it feels like home, your troubled mind 
no longer burdened, has found a release 
I say take me to the cherubs holding harps
with golden strings, I wish to behold
and let me view the rainbow from up high
these images I see, are my personal pot of gold