No war for the moment
Production rashly evades all time
Go on to find we’re drifting
Heat running down our spines
Oblivious to real
Fair skinned to bright love
Peeling and worn off completely
The life of purity and existence
Few question for long
It must be too hard for us to grasp
Answers of substance
Virtues of breath and heartbeat
Eyes that witness leaves and tiny creatures
Instead of base thoughts driving busyness
Hope for distaste with the present nearsightedness
Yearn for humanity’s return to itself
Learning is something we’ve forgotten
Doubting past lessons and staying up late
Copyright ©2001 Andrew Jack Rhodes
Andy Rhodes Poetry 