With Your Head In The Cloud Of Knowing

I tried not to go to sleep in the big easy
Chair with my copy of the Glass Bead
Game dreaming of Water on
Desert sand but the
Room was filled with smoke
Embers flew about my
Head rising up to the
Ceiling
Fire at my feet was
Flickering flames like a
Butter lamp there was a
White Presence followed by
Red Orange
When I closed my eyes
Then a
Blackness which suddenly turned
Into a Crystal
Clarity when I heard you walking
On the hearthstones I tried to
Wake up but the
Light was too bright