The silent murmurs beckon me
with their half told truths
Muffled meanderings
just behind my ear

Fleeting glimpses
of a world gone past
or yet to come...
You tell me...

Colors stomping
past my ear, can you imagine?
Hearing the color orange
And it's bold, rage-driven anger.

My eyes are closed
Deep green, flecked with gold
Dancing, brilliant eyes
aching to see what my mind hears.

Beseaching the sounds
to take shape, and show themselves.
Focused, non-blurry,
images of hell...

I hear her screaming
low and deep...
Shouldn't she be loud
and invading?

Damned noises in my head
Make SENSE! I'm begging!
The corner of my vision
moves...........

Over my shoulder,
my head wrenches. Seeking
the movement of moments ago
Nothing is there... just another voice.

This is the way I feel when I "read" for people, and when I am in that half-asleep state. It's the best I can do to describe it, but I will say this. When I hear/see these things, I KNOW deep down in my gut, that what I hear/see is accurate, and not a fantasy/dream.

I hope this helps you understand.....