The Dragon Roars

The dragon roars, and stormy skies
begin to rumble. Lashing out as lightning
flashes down. Thunder sounds and
clashes with the howling of the wind.
There was a time when autumn was
my friend.

Long ago, before the falling leaves
began to cry. Crunching underneath
my feet, they'd tell me everything
would be all right. But now they wither
as they fall, and I can hear them calling
out to be reprieved, like me.

Humanity is prejudiced in ever growing
forms. The feel of natural must somehow
come to be reborn. Our feelings etch
a sketch that speaks of so much more
than any speech decrees.

There are patterns playing endlessly
within the living sky. We breath them in
within each sigh, still searching for
a meaning that belies the growing fear.
We used to hold it dear, the knowledge that
the seasons ever grew and nurtured us.

But what is left for us to trust, now that
our feelings are made smaller than minute?
An alter-image reaches deeply into us.
Memories of carefree days can haunt
our sleep and every waking hour.

When was it that so many lost
their sense of life's responsibility...?
How is it that the love we used to feel
has gone away...? Why do we seek
so many alibis...? Excusing what we
know as right before it ever has a
chance to breathe.

Moral versus ethical. Intellects so huge
they seem to smother all our souls.
When will we live the wisdom of our hearts?
And seek to live the best of dreams
that come to us within the indigo.

There is nothing in the natural world that's
ever come to really be the great extremes
adhered to by the gross majority - not
within totality. Prejudice has always been
unduly represented by our peers.

Not one of us has always been just good;
nor any other always been the opposite extreme.
Yes, there are degrees. And there are choices.
And yet more. For utter condemnation
by the multitude brings scores of individuals
to just that point where acting out is all that's
left to them.

Can we amend the way we tend to treat
those others...? Can we find a way back
to the love that used to live within our
hearts and souls...?

The dragon roars, and stormy skies
begin to rumble. Lashing out as lightning
flashes down. Thunder sounds and
clashes with the howling of the wind.
Will autumn ever be our friend again...?

? Michaelette ?

10/27/2002
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