Travelers of Tomorrow

Tumble here, tumble there.

Tumble far to never-where.

Dreams of scheming in disguise

While the planes flash through my skies ,

Overhead and all around ,

Unable to catch the ground.

Still and silent in pursuit

Of a bounty- mostly loot.

Crimson liquid drips to shores

Imploded from strangled pores.

Yet we now have strength to feel

What is false and what is real.

Lines drawn lazily in sand

Show the lines of tired hands.

Shrews and vipers in the night

Drift away to haunted fright.

Yet for now we will stand by

Waiting to spread wings and fly

Far away where none can go

To our sanctuary’s glow,

So forbidden from our gaze

We won’t see till end of days.