The Sage

He told us he was the Fire
that does not cease blazing.
We all laughed.
He stooped
desperately figuring out
what to say next.
As he walked away,
we stabbed his back
with more mockery,
he knew and heard it
but he played deaf,
or perhaps he was just
occupied listening to his sender
murmuring inside him.
And when he was gone
we suddenly felt the ashes
of our laughter scattered
in the landscape of our dreams and souls.

     

Copyright 2005 by Papa Osmubal