the ancient arts

   
the dawn echoed pain    
     
within the silent mists of hurt    
I mirrored her    
and drummed back my quiet hello    
as she rose on the forlorn    
     
lighting the skies blue    
a melancholy shade that matched her mood    
she peered inside the fog    
to get a closer look at me    
     
I mystified her, knowing her ancient language    
she thought herself alone      
with gentle rays she broke up the gloom    
and whispered      
     
"rise with me and survey the world    
then tell me what you see"    
     
tentatively I looked out    
and saw a homeless man    
dressed for winter in the sweltering sun    
screaming to the skies    
while passersby act like he was invisible    
     
I saw a prostitute flagging down cars
all that people saw was her state of undress    
everyone missed the single tear    
that clung to her cheek    
     
I witnessed the single mother    
struggling with a willful child    
while people gave her looks of disapproval    
     
when I was done viewing humanity    
I spoke to the dawn in hushed tones
and said      
     
"I see a shaman who sees mighty visions"    
     
"no cares for the truth anymore    
he shouts to an uncaring world    
I ask the dawn why torment the man this way?"    
     
showing him things that can't be altered    
     
then I thought on the prostitute    
who listens to other's feelings    
and wondered who looked after her well being?    
she takes mankind to her bosom    
who will suckle her at the end of the evening?    
     
then I thought of the young mother
who guides the young willful child    
she holds our future in her hands    
and instead of instructing her    
we look on with judgement    
     
I said      
"I see misery, people with gifts      
that are no longer honored in this society"    
     
she answered      
"the people of the ancient arts    
are treated as disgraces here    
this is the reason for my ache    
I've sent the world seers and givers    
the world just takes"    
     
"please child of vision    
take my message to the peoples    
no wonder how crazy you may seem
let them know the dawn spoke today
and wonders are they listening?"