Backwaters of Avalon
When the world lies
dormant in their waking hours,
Silence permeates this place,
leaving ruins behind.
Clouds of melancholy always
arrive at these times inopportune
when the belfry announces the beginning
of another's misfortune.
Chaos leads people to the
unforseen. Moving about fidgeting
and not knowing what of life remains,
they hold their arms up begging.
Mercy, their last hopes
dimmed, their lives misgiven
Alas, they are the innocent people
from the land forgotten.
(Dedicated to the wish to stop any war against Iraq!)
The beauty of nature is displayed,
not through itself,
but through the creatures
dwelling within its bosom.