A memo for the future... — Theia Pictures

I awoke before dawn
To ask the moon about the night
Hear the winds whisper?
Water ripples, and I write.

I sit here in an empty room,
Clear of all foreboding forces of nature
No wind, no rain, no cold
I am comfortable and totally alone.

My screen stares back at me
Another blank face,
My furniture stands
Unwilling to share seats.

I catch the train
One million headphones
Play one billion songs,
To me one voice whispers, yours.

We create an environment
To protect what we value
We lock it up so tight
If it cannot breathe,
If it cannot see,
If it cannot feel
it will waste away;
Misery.

Mystery we seek
On faraway hidden hills,
Far above the roads and ruins
Civilizations may crumble.

But oh the mountains will stand
Tall with precipitous slopes
Forbidden hopes
Knots tied in ropes
Hope is all but lost.

Remind, remember
Do not forget!
Within you lies
The universe and
Consciousness.

-A.S., 20th of February, 2016.