I’d ached for a long time.
Waiting for a break.
One day I saw as in a dream,
a world about me that closed in upon me,
then crazed and shattered liked stressed glass
exploding in a dance of differing circumstances.
Then all became quiet and I opened my eyes.
Millions of people stood watching me, waiting.
The air was still and wet with despair,
the oceans stilled by flotsam and filth,
and the land was hard and lay 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,
singing their epitaph.
A quieter world now
that when it sighs,