the esteemed professors and politicians
the pundits all paid for power

they strut and fret and swagger
but they only last an hour

the musicians, painters, poets
speak to the human heart

beauty is a need
the need takes seed in art

I seek the sacred hidden
far from official view

kindly, caring, created
mystical, not-two

the news is all now chaos
lies and fear’s exclusion

I simply sit in silence
whisper words against confusion

the stars still shine above us
green flash as the sun goes down

twilight is time for turning
a stranger comes to town