Epiphany

Epiphany Slowly shifting winds of time Blow through the outstretched arms Upon a hill Held in silhouette Against an evening sky To set the steel bound soul of Everyman, Trapped Within the rising towers Dotting the dreamscape With visionary signature – The line of hope to take from Time Its darkness and it chill – Spinning With hypnotic rhythms Bound away from all the other Spinning towers, Captured in Isolation’s grip Upon the windswept Barrenness And deserted hills of twilight, Hanging onto the Dream To rise above the Valley glow And cradle in the hollows Fragile Beacons With Lines to gird the flowing hills, Not to notice the one bright Star Suspended in Epiphany Above the twirling Men Who only sense its presence In their dreamless sleep But seek to bring Back to earth Light Eternal By their Hallucined Dance. Wind Farms – Altamont Pass