Vision

A vision of what I wished was real,
Images in mind slowly morphing into chaos,
Losing what I virtually held,
All day and all night long,

Gravity of the sense,
Lo! and behold,
Here they reappear once again,
Only to disappear in the labyrinth of the mind,

It's colours in shades of blue,
Red, Violet, an orange hue,
Any colour you may like,
As always it's return to the black,

Beauty lies in the hands of the beholder,
When a mad man sees discordant beauty in chaos!