Watching the night’s horizon,
Shades in amber, blue looming rain,
A mix in all of Nature’s wonder,
Soul driven inspiration must occur.
If only beauty were our allowance,
The ugliness suggested remain
Underground where slides a current.
A wave of survival as yet unseen.
We bury our dead in the ground below,
Offer solace to memory to return
To the soil where life began,
Cover their grotesque remains.
Would that all of our pity fears
Be exposed readily without plan
To recognize the burden of truth.
Then might we all be understood.
In how we seek nirvana alone
Is it similarly our mass exodus,
From that is wrong to right,
Are we simple in mind so free?
Where the complexities lie ahead
We manage to filter our legions
The battleground always fluid,
The participants our own freedom.
Seek me in the open field when sunlit
Horizons allow my full spirit flight,
Then might I recognize a purpose
That my constant reach suddenly land.