To Michael in Loving Memory

We Will Travel in a Path Of Love

Friends who together left earth last night
to travel in a path of love, said;

we can see this way to live no longer is the way for the many

we see it as the few who now command
command without obeying the way for the many
so one strong cadre will leave this earth
like flowers that perish,

when we leave we
will buy the ticket knowing no travel
is easy or made for free

we will walk high steep hills

memorize a dying landscape,

left behind where the haze
is thick and nights are terrible, rainy cold winds
archaic waterاdrizzles from the clouds
where grey mosses sweep down wet tree branches, 

mist twist dark shadows
emerald evergreen tangle on to the rocks where
wild oceans sweep water on to the shores

Michael...our poetry will live

after billions of years in the new landscape 

it shall never cease 

our flowers will thrive in our next life

in the sandy dust our people will emerge later in to a new homeland

where wet winged orange butterflies now rests on strange grey stones
under dark trees suffocating from rubber like evergreen leaves made air too thin to breath

 the few can not catch up with us we are strong together,

before we arrive things must be clear

we will have an answer to everything

there must be other sides on to the life lines

we got new eyes so we can see it
black hill crosses leaning upright in one wide angle

here on our windy solitude way up the
steep hills towards violet skye's

good Karma this night is very strong
our soul and spirit now goes higher,

we don't need hands to lead and guide us

we know the way, we know destruction will vanish

this earth now a bare desert

after the big scrub

nothing will live as predicted

the few lost the command

we the many will survive

By Hiyam Noir

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