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