Night Vision

He prepared for his annual journey with dread..
His journey to the mortal earth of the living and dead
He seeks out his long suffering nation..one by one
In the dark of the night..
His spiritual flight
To every nook and cranny under the sun...

As the years fly by...
into an unending simmer
The eyes get dimmer and dimmer
As the distance..stretches...
Deepening etches...
On faces..worried..
A nation...chased and hurried..
To Bavel..Persia..and Spain..
So much..evident pain...
Sighs..and pleas..
At open doors..
Of homes and barracks..
Pleeeease
Let this be the year....
Let this be the year...

The glimmering façade..he neared..
Reflecting...shimmering light on his white beard
He’d never been to Cancun before...
His eyes were amazed at what they saw..
The comfort and excess...
The sweet smell of success..

A small boy at the entrance..
In designer opulance..
From head to shiny shoe...
His eyes looked right through..
But something was wrong...
It was as if.....
Behind the shiny happy eyes..
Another pair..of darker eyes..
Made contact with his own..
And like a hostage....
Plead silently..
Rescue me..
Rescue me...
.....please...



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