Klaxons

While passing through the clouds of diamond dust
As two mock suns arise beside our one
The sundogs guide the way towards the east
And set behind the valley of calm trees
The destination
Unfamiliar sands
Amongst the ice fog
A DC-8 awaits
Our means of travel
To visionary worlds
Let us imagine
Down in the valley the calm trees are swaying in time (we cant avert our eyes)
Down in the valley the flowers are food for the mind (no sign of passing time)