he sits
and stares out the window
watching the clouds drift by-
reminding him of all the
beautiful things he's seen.
and this time
he won't sit idly by
to watch them slip away
silently beyond the horizon.
he closes his eyes
and he dreams
of colors not yet seen
while a peculiar and distant theme
replays inside his mind
for what must be the hundredth time-
and he knows today will turn into tomorrow...
he knows the sun will set and rise again.
but before it does,
he'll understand...
he'll see the
man behind the curtain.
and know the god behind
the jewel encrusted shrine. |