A Wind from the Western Asylum

A quiet wind from a time

Deep in history

Before technology,

Before climate change

Before the the pressures and anxiety

of modern day life

Primitive wind, Archaic wind

Blew lightly.

 

Against the faces who stared

Back through their fog

of delusion.

 

The soft light glanced against

ancient trees.

The simple yellow light laughed

From deep in the past playfully.

 

The light’s rays danced on

the faces of those who

could not see the razor sharp

reality of life.

 

Staring at the light glowing

dancing, reflecting

a time when Earth rejoiced

 

I stood at a paradoxically

peaceful, delightful

the whimsical light and gentle

breeze at an ancient

crossroads with faces whose minds

have long disappeared.

March 10, 2017 5:00pm

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