Destiny

                                                   By

                                          Charlene Iverson

As I touched the sky last night,

It sang to me

A harmonious melody about

The trees and the sky

And life and death.

And I knew that there are no tomorrows,

Only yesterdays.

For time stands still

In our tiny universe.

Only our minds move forward

Like the distant drum beat

Of the far away natives

Or the rolling mountains

Of our inherent land.

We cage ourselves in a maze

Of webbed dreams that neither move

Forward nor backward.

Only in an orb of broken thoughts

And fantasies of where we've been

And where we ought to be.