He sits beneath the cover of a tall tree
His eyes are open, staring
He sees an inner world; his disguise is nothing to catch the eye
He smiles when I see him
and I realise it is him I see
I hold his gaze, and see all those magical lives
all those desperate moments, all the fear and worry and grief
and I understand, I recognise
I feel it shifting within me like a tide ....
A magical cycle lifts me higher and higher into the gazing eye
I am spun round and round inside my thoughts
I feel recognition and know,
then know nothing and something simultaneously .....
Extract taken from 'The Search For Merlin' written by Matthew James June 2003
