Eyes born into an unseeing world
But as the body turned and swirled
Glimpses of a long forgotten past
Stilled in heart rhythm stirred fast
A waking of my senses brought
A world within that heart forgot

Wave and hail swing and lash
Creation is from thy wonder
Illusion fades from open gash
When voices bring in thunder

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I washed ashore on frozen land
From deep and murky pond
Magic they say is in command
And not mere swing of wand

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Time goes by as seeping sand
While orbs within abscond
On goes brave and weaving hand
For earth with skies will bond

Tremors shake my flame so slight
A gust from a long forgotten place
Brings back to frame its old might
And from blaze I find lost solace

I see within shades of raw green
I dwell in the pastures of the One
Leaving the illusion for the unseen
I became all then I became none

In infinite search of my old being
I rise with tides that slip me past
As time goes by inexorably weaving
The end of all candour steadfast

Beyond I see me true but not real
Reaching out in dazed wondering
Through the spinning of the wheel
We feel, touch this me other thing

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In flight I scatter what I entrust
To wind and night that fail me never
The last of this mine pink stardust
That will new bond form forever

With a heart yearning for home
I wandered from pole to pole
Cloaked and woven out of sight
As my life’s essence flowed

I am gradually awakened
To a purpose now obsolete
For the elders are no more
Wiped out of the morrow
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Home is nowhere I can see
Yet I feel it pulsing high above
In web of inconsistent shivers
Trapped by prodding giant steel

There will come a time of glee
Of their unified legacy of love
As the end of times quivers
For we are their steadfast keel

Jolting back into conscious wake
I look into the amorphous grey
Not knowing what is at stake
Am I friend, foe or merely prey
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A flutter passing lightly touches
The corner of my pulsing eye
Forgotten gloom my heart clutches
They walk among us pass us by
…
They lurk concealed by light
Only by darkness fully revealed
And the only one we can fight
Is our own smothering shield

Walking down the path of a dream
Vivid dense and clear to full tone
Voiceless spirits gather to scream
Of a real never to condone
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Tremors of tomorrow I feel
Reach and heal the oncoming blaze
…
Floating on a wisp of black ink

We weave the truth that should have been
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Soaring above the Greys and Blues
We work in the fabric of dreams
For eye masters would create hues
Welding real into not what it seems