Raindrops, like tears held back suddenly
burst out from the clouds like a torrent.

Raw thoughts struggled for re-birth

longing to be unchained from objectivity.

Re-imagining the mining of minds,
of rare gems explored that dematerialized.

Struggling against the current, spirits were caught
in the eye of the ‘development’ storm.

Blood dripped from my chalice as I watched

sacrificial lambs offered in the altar of ONE World.

Life, emptied of pulsating energy,
slowly lost its lustre.

Stars that adorned the night sky
retreated into the cover of darkness.

Dwellers within the tough shell’s crusty exterior

seemed to be ‘missing in action’.

Now pristine crystal raindrops slowly feed

the parched landscape of my arrested thoughts.