Your mind

Half-dreaming I heard

a voice like a flute,

I thought I felt a cool breeze,

There was a magic within me,

That made you appear in my dreams,

Even when I thought I'd forgotten you,

I awoke longing for ancient forests,

Endless and free,

You're the genie I battle in my sleep,

What I remember when I see-

God everywhere-

In art you'll never understand,

I lament the fall of empires,

Of the fate of the Aztecs and Incas,

So many languages,

And ways of seeing the world,

Lost because of the greed of a handful of men who wanted gold,

Five hundred years ago,

You know it best,

And you were suchba different world to me,

And I loved you,

In the rarest language

How can it be,

That a line drawn on a map,

Can cause so much destruction?

What causes the urge for some,

To destroy nature,

When it is what we depend on to survive?

I did not even have the chance to ask you such things,

To read your mind like a book,

Flipping lovingly through its pages,

I did not even explore the depths of your eyes,

The sights I sant to see

Within my lifetime

And the knowledge I crave

Was all within you