-Visions- A sheepskin to hide all the black of my soul, Curtains were hung up to hide all the holes, Yet all that I see when I look in my door Is the comfort of far away shores. I painted a picture to hang 'oer my bed; A portrait of power to play with my head. Illusions of grandeur consumed all my mind And I thus drifted slowly through time. Now I am waking, I look at the scene; So full of flowers and hills that are green, But I cannot fathom why there is no breeze Nor scent of the flowers or trees. The flowers are pretty but wrong in my eyes; This wall I have hung's but a carpet of lies! I jump and I rip it to look at my soul But all I can see is the hole. Alone and afraid, I sit and I stare, Wondering just how I put that hole there. My mind in denial, I try to relax But am haunted by visions of cracks. Lotus Watcher