Occasionally, the smell or the feel of a cool autumn breeze will carry me
To a mystical time when I looked at the world through a child's eyes
A moment when I was holding the hands of the ones that I loved
While the wind blew me up like a swing in the air.  Now the loved ones, too,
like the moment are just a memory

And it comes to me now
So vividly it's as if I were right there
And I just have to wonder if it is my mind, which can travel through time,
Or there's something else involved tonight
Could some unseen hand from behind the veil
Be pushing through pin-pricks of light from the other side?

Occasionally, the songs come together as if they were just meant to be
And I sit with my pen, like a blissful observer,
As words come pouring out of me
Some times it's so easy - I've learned I can't force it
Some times I just stumble 'round month after month
Like a blind man groping for colorful fragments
Till all at once it falls into place before me

Ah, but what do I know?
After all, I've got nothing but what has been given to me
So I'll sit in the dark, quiet and receptive, and become the master of letting
things be
And if I die tomorrow, I'll count myself lucky
For catching some glimpses of light from the other side

Copyright (c) 1998, Michael Muller