Ecologists  only  interested
                    in
Different processes that studies
                    Physical
Changes of forms and gradual
              upward movement
                   of
Living being.
Physical evolution shows upscale
            but what about mind and vital ?
Is there Devolution in faculty
                    of
Mind and vital plane ?
If not,what is the terrorism ?
Are Darwin and Lemarks wrong?
                  or
science is in child state to understand
                  the Life ?

There is tale of  Kavala
which tells of hero true
simple man defyingly hopeful
would row the Aegean blue

Did this alone to save Turks
as Bulgars were encroaching
He knew the Greeks on boats
somewhere were approaching

To Thasos he rowed trough night
darkness of waves o'er sea
Only stars be shimmering guide
Long nautical miles to be free

His muscles wore desperate, weak
yet the fisherman pressed bravely on
for love of his wife and family
He gave word, but his heart was gone

By daylight the sailors returned
Man had found friend in Greek Armada
Just in time troops did arrive
and saved the burning of Kavala

Turks rushed from their homes
to embrace with joy, Greek sailors
Yet one woman knew of a man,
the fisherman who did not fail her

And though he had sadly perished
after his long tortuous journey
his family knew of shimmering star
a hero never more so aptly worthy

I cry in my dreams
For the people I have lost
I knock on their doors
One by one
And take them for a walk

We just have a talk
And I listen
To the things they wanted to say
From a time
They weren't yet gone

They change faces throughout
And I shudder,
And I'm glad
They're finally back

While we sit atop a car
In a green suburb street
The last face is yours
Your smile filled with tears

You stared off
And said:
"You understand, right?"
And smiled,
"I can see,
You understand"

Then I wake up
In reality
And I've got no time
For tears in mine
And I know
They only lived
In the fabrication
Of my mind

The rage is building,
A tower made of kindling
It only needs a spark
For it to rage through the dark
And guide a roaring light
Lightening,
Igniting the darkest corners of the mind

In hindsight
That display of might
A painting, red and black
Preceded darker times
What am I left with in the end?
Another tower,
Built with regret.

And smoldering black,
A hatefull pit
Of fire, not illuminating
Never needing a spark
But endlesly burning
An all consuming flame

I want you to know
I'm sick of the way
I treated you back then
And wanted to ask
How have you been?

I had a dream
Where you were my friend
But you had to learn
How to trust me again

While the dream is fading
Details don't survive
The storyline is missing
But I remember very well
The ocean of turmoil in your eyes
And I remember very well
How you lingered
When I said my goodbyes