By Andrew R. Duckworth
Floating and nothing more,
Realizing freedom’s shore
Echoes from a distant place,
Echoes from a forgotten face.
Dreams gone cold,
Old and unbold,
Maybe a hare in a cheetah’s race.
Feelings stretching tired with time,
As our winds sweep through the wind chime,
Caught up in a world of fleeting reason,
Taking back the dreams of our fathers,
Sounding the alarm on the alarm bells.