He has written words on the winds of chance
drew symbols of a future that would never be
on the ever-changing sands of timeless shores.
Staring to the top of Mont Blanc from the valleys
he wondered if the powers of Merlin would aid
to move yet another rock to found a monument.
Seeing the ancient cities of the humblest founders
could he carve the marble stones as Michelangelo
so to bring life to another passionate Amazon?
Looking to the stars scanning the galaxies
wondering where the sounds of a lost voice vanished
he might fall to his knees as he prays for the answer.
But it is like trying to move the oceans with his will
wandering lost highways his naked soul in his hands
holding it up to be swept away by a furtive dream.