The dreams of dead men
are absent of purpose
Dreams lose meaning when
living stops.
Dreams may not
die, but the same
is not true for
you and I.
The dreams left behind
by centuries of the dead
suddenly become empty.
They are hollowed out
and meaningless as soon
as the living turn cold.
Dead men are stones
and the mountain ranges
that define our world
see nothing and think nothing.
Land does not dream
but we hang purpose on
things.
There is no meaning
in the words of the dead.
There is power, perhaps,
but the dream behind the words
is for the living to define.
Stones and bones
and empty words.
We build on the dead,
raising shared visions
into being.
We build on the dead.
We should be in no hurry
to follow them.