Reading harold_maude's journal

Reflections of perfect light
running down the sky
kissing my face
ancient tears
that never dry.

The pictures form
peice by peice
and talk to me
telling me the secrets
of the universe.

The children wander
round and round
their eyes covered
their ears bound
wondering why
they hear no sound.

Listening to noise
that blocks out light
makes them nervous
anxious
and quite alone.

The answer is simple
just pull back your hands
count to 10
and open your eyes.

Like many other puzzles
that float and dance
the answer is there
it waits for you
it wants to take you
far, far away
changing you along the way.

So simple
so simple
and you'll be free.
Just follow the stream
and trust it's hand
it's waiting
just outside
of no man's land

you'll find it
and when you do
you'll know
you'll see
and then you'll find thoes wings
sliver glazed
powerful wings.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.