Presumptions and Truths

With presumptions, not truth Searching through our youth We thought the crystal world would splinter Into iridescent fragments And spin us dizzily far into space to face what might be emptiness So naively formed, was innocence We vainly sought with logic's eyes, a dream to make us come alive From thoughts we shaped from small cocoons We leaned against the wind and let it scoop us up too high reshape our words, and let them fly We hoped to toss them where they could and resolve the problems of the world .... From all the thoughts we sought to claim Were we so ignorant of what is real? What determines how stars will swing Or how an eagle's wing, remote and sure Can bring strange longing to the mind Where power beyond the known is ours to seek and find and come of age How long we stood, and now remember How changeless is a planet's power Glimmering in search of answers And still not wringing the answers from the slightest sound .........