I’d ached for a long time.
Waiting for a break.
One day I saw as one sees in a dream,
A world about me that closed in upon me,
And crazed and shattered liked stressed glass.
I last remember screaming
As my world exploded into a glittering dance.
A dance of varied circumstance.
Soon all became quiet and I opened my eyes.
An ocean of people stood watching me, waiting.
The air was still and wet with despair.
The oceans stilled by flotsam and filth.
The land lay hard and died stripped bare.
Then some spirit of wisdom rose up and declared
That love and respect and considered desire
Was what was required.
I told them. I showed them.
And still they denied.
Driven by lust and short term want.
Now sighing winds blow through their bones
Sadly singing their epitaphe.
A quieter world now.
Where when the wind sighs,
It sighs gladly.