I sit here under pale lights, pondering as on so many sleepless nights. Of things to do, and more that must be done, about challenges faced, and those yet to come. Again do I think of my home, far it is where the heart is they say. But here among friends I felt not alone, and my home doesn't seem so far away. Each lost in thoughts none can defend, with questions hidden behind a smile.
Secret worlds turn asunder, revealing a beauty none can mar.
A reality of dreams unfolded existing within the gardens of the mind. So come hither my friends, together we shall reach for the sky. In a place where excitement never ends, for we are as one learning to fly. Duane Wilson, British Columbia SCI-VIS '99 Wild fires Again lost in thought denied once more critical rest. Fires of sweet emotion, burning deep within my soul.