A silhouette of mighty hills I see out from my window
The colour of a mixture between crimson and indigo
The sun peeks again and again through the clouds
As if playing hide and seek with the ground
The day goes on and the sun turns its pathway
And shades of orange cast on sky a dazzling array
The rustle of leaves with evening breeze,
Brushes through the air as it passes by;
The stars like hovering lanterns cover the sky
From near and younger children sing with joy
And I sit by the window to watch the aura of change in colours
Then you come with the Light, all celestial and pure
Once through one side then through the other
The scent of your presence pervades through the air
Is it a treatment or kind of therapy?
Is all this real or ethereal?
My eyes closed, my face with wreathless brow
Feel your presence, and my third eye begins to glow
Satan may play tact to bewilder me from the Right
But I know only man without recognition is without Light.
