The heavens of my mind
and the winds of my soul
wage battle on the grounds
of my life.
The heavens of illusions,
reality; intrusions
of such notions by nations,
blindly stirred in a caldron
filled with molecules,
particles of protons,
electrons, quarks
and sparks of energy
naked to the human eye
from which Man is made!
And still we see
the heavens of our illusions.
I cry to the winds of my soul,
bearing such a shroud
as to demand its existence
without the means of illusions!
Blowing in its wake
the hope that some vague
persistent force of life's energy
Prevails!
And ready to believe
that beyond the illusions
of the heavens of my mind
and that the invisible
winds of my soul
are doubtless
like a dusty dream
Yet,
inexplicably connected...