Author: Daydreamer
Posted: March 10, 1999


Blurred -- everything is blurred. I am caught between memories of
yesterday and mirages of tomorrow. For a fleeting moment, I am
again within the orchard of my childhood ... I partake of the
forbidden fruit. As I am whirled away, I hear the trees whispering
my name. A distant being approaches. Struggling, I seek to
escape the clutches of obedience. Terror constricts my throat; I cry
out in fear. Darkness passes before my eyes like Death pressing
to be admitted in the end. Then it is over. The night is passed.
I rise once more to face the ruthless Day.