Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Prisoner of Consequence

Heavy dew under my feet,

Black night sky half broken by night clouds and where not,
The roofless cave is sprinkled with sparkling blue glow worms.
The dark night seems empty at first,
But my ears are soon filled with the silent sounds of the night.
Crickets chirp endlessly all around,
The still night air broken by a few lonely gusts of wind.
Suddenly,
A dog barks and cars can be heard on the motorway over the valley,
Breaking my chain of thought,
Wiping out my moment of peace and tranquility,
Smashing it into a million pieces.
What was so wonderfully peaceful is ruined forever, by ourselves.

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