Waiting for Humanity

Humanity

Pirouetting in my Mind,
A subtle, Transient, dizzying rhyme;
Countless stars that dance in the night,
Each one blazing, an Exquisite Sight.

Tumbling past my Languid gaze
Into the distant billowing Haze,
A Fiery sojourner, rending the sky,
Tempting the onlooker to question Why.

Seeking the Temple of the Dream,
Our Endless, Recurring, Speculative theme;
While Promise sits on yonder Morn,
Waiting for Humanity to be Born.

~Morgan~

16 Comments

    1. Yes indeed it is! Thus the poem. I must very very often turn away and not see these sorts of photos…they stay with me forever and break my heart and spirit…but once in a while the Truth must break the silence.

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