A lightning flash and I see the impenetrable rock walls and the vertical screes momentarily
I wonder how I scaled that tower so easily as a child
Maybe I had wings and I could fly; it appears to be the only way
But how do I adopt that imagination again now I am a man
All that ability seems now so lost to me
I find it so hard to connect surrounded by the distortions of the storm
Somehow I manage but I wish the storm would pass
It would be so much easier then; I would see the mirror and find the missing piece....
Extract taken from 'Waiting For The Clouds To Lift' written by Matthew James 10th September 2001
