Aura of Quintessence

From how many treetops
have I peered
the fields
but a stage
tragedy’s minions
shadows wavering
infinite casting
minds of innate inertia

Consciousness anesthetized

Wars by default

History perpetuated

Nature’s insistence parts the branches
blood-smeared faces look up
gaze upon me
smile upon me

Their ignorance never born
of peace once promised
stands firm
opiate harvest
weapon of mass destruction
but their weapon of survival

The hidden colors of hope now
but rainbows in darkness
mixed palettes forever mud
knowing not the sun’s proper mission

Looking back
as I settle in my nest
Time’s tree is once more
grazed with aggression’s firestorm
bullets like laser beams
shooting stars upside down
lighting up
non-celestial worlds
knowing only skewed dreams

Wild pained eyes
portend continued
vacuums of hopelessness
void of wings

To take flight

To find new vistas of hope

Unlike me
such freedom seldom finds journey

Yet

Some find that place within
where nest
and moon
and sun
embrace harmony
struggling to be

If only

If only I could loan them my wings

This simple aura of Quintessence

If only