I keep saying something cosmic is going on in the air
Like the Sun and Moon performed an incantation,
causing a "mental eclipse" within my
Making me sit in darkness while I REevaluate the light
and wait for the truth to appear
No choice do I have, but just face the mirror
Even if the reflection is not clear...
I'm still there.
Focusing on a image
that seems to be as deep as an astral hemisphere
In there some where is me
And I soon as I find me, I'll shed me and Re appear
"My Still Moments" Collection of Poems S Thorne (C)Copyright 2005