Yet here the gentle stillness of the night.
Brings back the swelling tide of memory.
Out of the frozen forest.
Into a golden field, with the flower of march.
Clouds that race across the sky.
Springtime that breaks the threats of the morning dew.
Olive rivers and cosmic fountains.
Searching for the shy nymphs in the woodlands.
Horses racing with the setting sun.
Birds announce the ancient changing of seasons.
Eyes that flash with passion,love and scorn.
Seeing our destructive ways of thinking and living.
As the churchbells announce the time we created.
In a world still so beautiful,
as we slowly turn into a hell.
A strange denial, feeded by power and greed.
How lone this tower, where minstrels moan.
Behind walls so thick and so grey.
Reflecting our rusted and dying strength.
Mankind in reverb, with our sealed statue of liberty.
We can change the world.
When we’ll respect the laws of nature.
J.S.2006