Blind Image

Do you  perceive me unbound

Do you see the life in me 

Somehow you see me warmly

What guides the vague acceptance

In truth I am alive and wild

Inside I'm mischief's child

Imprisoned in a faulty shell

 An impish angel damned to hell

If you can ever see my face

If you can ever free my grace

Free me from this dead embrace

Then we both will live awhile

Mirrored waves of silent says

Never ever move that way 

For things are set no longer wet 

So in my dreams I'll stay

© Paul Viel 2001