Night end, poured back to time
Earth, spin
Spin Earth - spin with pulsing life
Dappled skies,
across the mountainous fields of fire
Pain fire
Love fire
The fire of your dreaming...
And in a cold, dank forest
Far from the masks of man
A soul peers out of ancient eyes
Waiting to be free
Waiting to be free
Waiting to ...Be
Scott Robinson
February 1994
