I long to know the Voice that cloaks my dreams,
The Arms that 'round me bend and forge the mound
Of bronze and gold, that mend the broken seams,
And see that means of fighting can be found.
I yearn to see the Face which feels and shows
What count'nence I can almost feel in breeze,
In ambiguity one nearly knows;
I long to know what thoughts of mine would please.
The Presence which evades all earthly know
Enchants me as with multi-colored glass
Which bends sun's light, which makes artwork of snow,
And never takes on single forms or mass.
I search, I reach; I know with no true end
While Someone works, my broken arms to mend.
Author notes
when I say arms in the last line, I mean armor rather than the body parts. The title is a play on words, so let me know if you solve the mystery of L 
Written August 6th, 2004
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awsome
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Just look to the past, way beyond the one that is officially allowed to be embraced by ignorant, conditioned and manipulable minds. And let go of the limits that determine the scope of their awareness. Good luck & take care,
Rage
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