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 want to help me.... fear is alone Sing oceans of wisdom Ring waves of strength Children now little or nothing and knowing their.... comforts of age and the blind of the world seek the sight of the right While I saw.... you were walking Wrapped in a 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 sounds, high and low Emotions that are hard to see Without them it would not tick A faceless personality hides in the mask of others Old patterns comfimation, 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 I be found peace in a confused mind Gleame your eyes out at me Throwing sparks in the dusk
whishes, november, throwing, confused, comfimation