Witchcraft Mirrors and See-Saw Opinions

Witchcraft Mirrors and See-Saw opinions. An angry silence. Victorious time, and the music wants to rest. Does she or doesn't she? And I inform myself that she mustn't, as I look through the cigarette fog toward the window. I try to remove her from my thought and from the movie going on at the cinema inside. Its a lantern evening and my book is on the shelf, discarded. It has said enough for the day. I feel the warmth of a a memory and I dwell on the idea of certain moments lasting for ever. I dismiss the idea almost immediately as being fanciful and dreamy, yet I don't convince myself. the silence seems to be gaining peace now, it has looked upon itself for understanding. It wants to reach into me and gain my approval. I will not stir. this evening, I don't want to have to befriend any kind of silence and why should I? when I have known it so recently to have been angry. and she, or a version of her comes into my mind again. Perhaps there is someone to accept. The summer reclines, decides to disappear for a while. I offer to taste its warmth, although unclear. there are voices in the silence, up for discussion, consideration. Light lives on, finds a way within. Love is lateral to the light. Black is not black and white is not white. Mystery pleads for freedom. Children play, with truth in their eyes. Colours are confused, but yet invade the world today. They have looked for meditation and understanding and no matter how confused they are they are colours nonetheless. And from witchcraft mirrors and see-saw opinions a winning hand is ready to be played, to define the colours of confusion, right here in the 'now.'