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Waved I to mysterious me but me did not back wave

I thought I knew

I knew I thought

Wanted to escape from the chains I attacked

I wanted to help me, fear is alone

Sing oceans of wisdom

Ring waves of strength

Children now little or nothing and knowing their comforts age and the blind of the world seek the sight of the right While I saw you were walking wrapped in scarf of thought your eyes gleamed out at me throwing sparks in the dusk

Remember you experience with my moods

When I November am

December me not

Or show me later Novembers

but April rather me remind

Flowers and sun and children

and air me show and littleness by bigness know, then god is me

Faces of different colours, the same deep inside

Every shape, size, sex imaginable

They make sunds, high and low

Emotions that are hard to see

Without them it would not tick

A faceless personality hides in the mask

Old patterns comfirmation, stifled again and again

Sinking ever deeper to nowhere

it drifts to the immobile confused stagnant

A sudden jar...and suddenly awareness shines upon it

and it stirs and thicks and climbs and soars

And searchers and grasps and deep within and I is found

Deep where dreams lay, I whished

Heart whishes, dream dies, promise fades

I saw a mirror but blind now am I

My heart dreams, whishes now ashes be

When will my be found peace in a confused mind

Gleame your eyes out at me

Throwing sparks in the dusk