Realization creeps up on me, like mist rises from the dark earth. Creeps ever nearer. Up over the barrier of forgottenness, On it moves. Me, confused. Like the child I once was, Am still. Mist like diamonds; glistening tears on a darkened glass. Rises like Phoenix . . . From ash to life . . . . Rebirth. The forgotten memories: Dark shadows of an unremembered childhood. Earth rising; World in Change.