That time

That time ...
When beasts of the sahara
Roamed carefree upon the naïve souls that scented the pastures
Forgetting that which they walk upon is their mirror
Yet polishing their blindness with each step !

That time...
When the birds believed they were superior to the ants and worms they devoured
Forgetting that which they walk upon is their mirror
Yet polishing their blindness with each step

That time ...
When some of us speak or act without the permission of the conscience
And kill or feed the issuing flower of love
Forgetting that our actions are a reflection of us
Yet to ignore , is to polish our blindness with each step

That time
When we feel like love is at the point of no return
Like there will never be another sunrise
Like clouds will remain forever gray
And life is placed on pause
Like the rough currents will never change
And the heart shall see no harbour lights for direction and hope that the end of the pain is near

That time
When we feel like we've lost
When tigers fall short of capturing the prey
When rainfall falls short of filling the tank to its brim
When the moon is no where to be seen
Or the wind cannot be felt ...

But nothing ...is ever lost ...
What is true cannot be forgotten
What eats will be eaten ...
Life is an inevitable cycle of prose and poetry
There is no true end to the unpredictable story ...