I see you in your layered armor
With its tattered woven patterns
Speaking to the wind in a tongue
Understood only by He who speaks the
Language of night and day
Earth and water
Herbs and creatures
Blank faces hurrying past in oblivion
As you search for the mind that slipped away with your sanity
You covet shelter in hidden places while craving
Substance from crumbs that fall from tables you once possessed
At night you lay down on a bed of yesterdays blazing headlines
As the elements take turns to taunt, chastise and embrace you
When darkness says good morning to dawn
You arise once again and begin
Speaking to the wind in a tongue understood only be
He who holds the key to sanity in the palm of His hand