San Diego, CA, USA
The sun is setting once again,
Late yet early, now yet then;
The ending of day, a fiery sight,
Strong yet fading, made way for the night.
The darkness comes, it drags its own
Blackest veil over many a home,
Night so concealing, light so revealing
Coming from those not alone.
Violet closing on brilliant day,
Put out the flame shining over the bay,
And as the sand cools, slowly the tidepools
Turn from light beige to gray.
This is where my friend and I
Found ourselves, out under the sky
Watching and waiting, playful debating
As to what we're on Earth for and why.
Are we here to simply combine?
Here to make the planets allign?
We only can do what we see to be true
Deep in the heart and mind.
And as we rested on the sand
We heard the sounds of a playing band,
Quiet but strong, stacatto yet long,
Echoing over the land.
So then we went over there to observe
The people performing; they did deserve
A round of applause; yet unspoken laws
Kept us in silent reserve.
They sang a song, sorrowfully deep
A song that would put you to fitful sleep,
Restless and dreary, tired and weary,
Singing of obscure defeat.
They had fought, long and hard
In a battle; they showed the scars
Of trying to save some of us from the grave--
They looked up at the stars...
We now had an answer to our debate.
We are here to help each other,
We are here to love one another,
To save what we can, take care of the land
And treat everyone like a brother.
Long ago, a man was nailed to a cross
For spreading this knowledge.
What a loss...
It seems that some of those who have tried
To do something good are often denied
By those who grant only their own demand
And those that don't really understand.
I dedicate this to all those people who have truly tried to do something good and were stopped for some reason from doing it.
And to all of you here at Passions, you're doing something very, very good--showing each other kindness. Thanks for showing some to me.
Little Spyro T. Dragon