Light is a wonderful thing. Like sound it sometimes plays tricks on us. What we think we see, what we are sure is before our eyes, turns out to be something else. Be sure to gently focus because you just might be pleasantly surprised by the vision before you. But be careful not to force, your pre-judgement could just get in the way!
It seemed That I Had been this way before. The road I walked Was oh so familiar. Each rock, crevice, the growths between Bushes so green, dangers unseen Snake in that grass, ever changing Chameleon, bugs that bothered darkness That smothered the light wanting to brighten My way, An uncanny likeness to somewhere I’d been before. It seemed The way Held old familiar signs, Signals Of time A memory ago. The colours of leaves, the branches Willow bent, overgrown grass, sounds In the night, a day without end Meeting darkness again, yellows Tarnished Greens, faded blues, fuchsias and browns, Jaded earth hues, oh, oh, oh, could it be I’d Been here before? But No! I see it’s Just The trembling light Reminding me of where I used to be, Lest I forget to rejoice, Lest I fail to give voice To the Angel in me And the Beauty of you.