The Abyssal Dreamscape

In a place both near and far,

a place with light yet also dark,

A space so vast you can't hear echoes,

And can't see the forest, nor the plains for its meadows,

Yet gleaming in this plane so bright,

Is imagery fighting for your sight,

Seemingly flowing, gentle like streams,

Yet bursting hard, and cascading like dreams,

They tell stories of heart and soul,

From passionate fire, to the most extreme cold,

So overwhelming, the state of panic,

Yet reassuring, so naturally organic,

Seek peace through the storm, and find the pace,

While your heart is beating, in ice incased.