Sparks In The Dusk

Waved I to mysterious mebut me did not back waveI thought I knewI knew I thoughtWanted to escape from the chains I attackedI want to help me.... fear is aloneSing oceans of wisdomRing waves of strengthChildren now little or nothingand knowing their.... comforts of ageand the blind of the worldseek the sight of the rightWhile I saw.... you were walkingWrapped in a scarf of thoughtYour eyes gleamed out at meThrowing sparks.... in the duskRemember you experience with my moodsWhen I November amDecember me notOr show me later Novembersbut April rather me remindFlowers and sun and childrenand air me show.... and littlenessby bigness know.... then god is meFaces of different colours, the same deep insideEvery shape, size, sex imaginableThey make sounds, high and lowEmotions that are hard to seeWithout them it would not tickA faceless personality hides in the mask of othersOld patterns comfimation, stifled again and againSinking ever deeper to nowhereit drifts to the immobile confused stagnantA sudden jar.... and suddenly awareness shinesupon itand it stirs and thicks and climbs and soarsAnd searchers and grasps and deep within and I isfoundDeep where dreams lay, I whishedHeart whishes, dream dies, promise fadesI saw a mirror but blind now am IMy heart dreams, whishes now ashes beWhen will my I be foundpeace in a confused mindGleame your eyes out at meThrowing sparks in the dusk