Clear Visions As time goes on and the breeze drys my brow, my visions are clear. Clear is the vision of love, clear is the vision of hate, clear is the vision of wanting the circle of love to return to hate. Clearly i see the days of tommorow kissing my mind with gentle fury, turning the purest of my love into clear hate. As the breeze leaves my brow to descend through the trees to lay its caress against its warm leaves, i sigh of love. I sigh of hate. I sigh of the torment of loves fury, strong and defiant weakening to the strengh of hates cold, clean plans. Plans for my future hate says to me will make me strong will make me swim in its desire, will protect me against the waves that love has instore for me, vunerable and open hate says will claim me, will destroy me, join me hate says, see the vision? See it clearly i am here to protect you, to encircle you in my fold,love you say, will leave you naked, i will clothe you in my eternal dress and no one will be able to hurt you, love you say. love you got something to say, See the vision of my love, its clear. You can never be clothed in hate aslong as you no how to love. The vision is clear my love.