Dreams of ether, swirling endlessly,
Long gone days, in a golden sunset,
Wispy camaraderie tendrils,
A pulsing rhythm that resonates,
With the cyclical movement of life.

Thoughts echo on blank sheets
of music, of emotions, of academia,
They gallop on green fields,
of hope, of desire, of love,
Illusions present themselves as works
of magicians, of people, of religion.

Mystical soliloquies and fairy tale nursery rhymes,
Shakesperean asides, and Ceasarian speeches,
Cults and people swaying in fire-hewn dances,
Black eyed woman, seductively dancing in veils.

A beast awakens deep underground,
its roar shakes the surface-dwellers,
Clouds of anger collect upon the zenith,
of thought, of goverment, of change.