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