Rainland - Tinyfish

The world is made of many pages

And every page contains a world

We flicker through them in the daytime

But in the night become unfurled

Hey -- the past is gone

And only rain

Will linger on

A mirror bright

In a dream

Shining red

A land of rain

Shaping me --

A sheet of light

In a stream

In my head

A land of rain

Taking me --

I am the maker of my promise

I am the dreamer of my day

This unmade thing that overtakes me

Has multiplied and got away

It was the power of creation.

That’s what I was searching for

The answer was as simple as sleeping between two mirrors;

dreams reflected back

and forth between a million worlds, refined and concentrated into ideas -- as

much of creation as can be contained inside a human skull

At first, the dream made no sense to me.

Red like a fire engine,

covered in ugly bolts -- then the subtlety of the design came through;

the way it mirrored my thoughts, my mind, the process that created it -- I was

mesmerised by the flow and the intricacy until it filled my whole understanding