Is this a temporary trance... A dream...frenzied dance? Which cannot be fulfilled No matter how much willed? What will the future bring? Mother Earth ... May soon be changed Land and seas re-arranged A newness...a re-birth should we Honor HER in everything? Just survival may soon be foremost Is the die cast? What will exist... what will last? Will the trail be rocky and dangerous? For all of us? What is first... should we just trust? Yes... there are a symbolic million questions... In asking, I have reservations... Honoring this... keeping basically silence... I am frozen in time... Just written in rhyme? as a lament from the dreamweavers! 4:10 PM EDT 5 May 2006 © Naomi Ruth