The Watcher

With time, I walk through the dust and the rain, the wind and the flame. I see through the eyes of many: the joy, the compassion, the burning rage.

The landscapes all change, but the ambitions now seem to always be the same: fame, power, rank.

Meekness, forgiveness, and equality are smothered by the aggressive drive of others.

Still I watch with objective eyes… looking for what may be an unobtainable hope.


DAViD ALLeN

The Watcher by

This poem was first presented with one of my art pieces in the exhibiton entitled Elemental Worlds . The exhibition presented glimpses into a story about four worlds. The composition of each world was based on one of the basic Greek elements (earth, water, air, fire). As within the stories of our own lives, the occupants of the Elemental Worlds are affected by the personal and political agendas of others. Sometimes these agendas coincide, but when these agendas conflict, opposing sides square off against each other; most of the time, only one side is victorious. History is made and recorded. Time moves on… evolves.
© 2003.
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