Silent night kissed away the deaths As ashes divided themselves in battle Blowing into shapes of ghosts. Toiling, the bystanders and lovers came To look for those they’d lost. No sun rose as earth buried in dust, Which was once sweet baby breath Growing on free rolling open hillside. The roar of voices resounded Like children who do not know And grasped the safe things they could hold. Those who thought they knew suffered most For their eyes refused to see Beyond the sullen ocean current Beyond the passionate blood engaged. And the shape-shifters beckoned fools Lustfully hoarding thin air for themselves; Coming back as do marauders to Feast on nothingness again. It took days of searching pockets to find it hiding there But when it broke it sent a voice to fill up hollow soul. A passer-byers thunderous song A whisper in the gale.

I see humanity divide itself, Struggling against its own strength. The qualities of May embezzle

I, listless, Have seen the depth of the labyrinth, and been the beggar pleading liberation's joy. I, peace, Have spoken among the dead, and held their truth even as dust covered tombs lie still. I, hatred, Know the meaning of the lack-lustre smile recurring in the blind mouths you seek. I,nostalgia, Wonder at the lakes of tears that tried so Many times to raise me buoyant in pain. I,fantasy, Sense your invisible approach as clear as the pictures Ive seen, eyes open- eyes shut-both. I, freedom, like sweet holiday's best- taking me without pretexts' ever pressing wish for something else.