The Dream ( 1974)

I held the the dull worn coin in my hand.
the early afternoon light caught its useless shine.
it a foggy distant memory, that world before
looking over our village hugging the shoreline, white clay..
no hard lines, sensuous curves, no glass, soft breezes dancing through,all the dwellings
one continuous unit..
the sea was clam, almost mirror like.
i was one a select lucky few that had survived the war of change.
As there was now no laugage spoken among us,
communaction was telepathic, or through gestures ,complete silence.
as we all felt it was time to farm..
I slowly made my way, to the blood warm sea,
my brothers and sisters by my side.

The Divine ones waited just of shore.
they led us to deeper water, where most of the farm beds lay..
We had slowly adapted to breathing underwater allowing us to become close to the Divine.
going about our tasks, we recived praise and utter total love ,
from our coveted enlighted masters....

you see they waited lifetimes for us to destroy the very ,land on which we lived,
and nearly our very species ,when the ugly deed was done it became their turn..
The Dolphins

Kind
Loving
Fair
Intelligent.. ..
You see,
Their Time had come...as they always knew it would


( Note: I had this dream when i was 11, its still as vivd now as it was when i woke up that on that june morning in 1974)