Equilibrium

by onthebus2002

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-03-12 15:06:00

When free speech
echoes dilligent
breaking the soil of space
take with heavy heart
the tainted thoughts you once knew
and time lays her weary mind down
on the pillows of sleep.
Silently we creep
past slumbering dictators
telling their secrets to the wind
streaking poetry through education
but they get paid,
this story made,
takes a moment to sit and wait
creeping past the issues of the state.
And through these dents
and taints of mind
lay fickle nature’s soul
turning in her seasoning of time
gliding silken, moonlit eyes
over a tired Earth
and the awkened people
in their equilibrium.

Haze