The current is not subtle,
Suggestive or unknown.
It seems so fast and slow.
Nothing will describe it.
A glimpse of the surreal.
Peppered with Angel feathers.
Sent of vanilla and lemons in the air.
A different kind of magic.
One God breathes to life.
He gave a glimpse of it to all who cared to look
With wide and open eyes.
Sought to feel nothing, but a darkness pulling us down.
He lifted each and everyone.
Placed them gently on the ground.
A pat on the head. I thought, He chuckled, too.
Then, like the magic He is, light returned to the fold.