Rivers of gold and silver streak the dark rock below. Divine cloud above us man-made by our side, we fall.
Pearls of gold and silver dot the blackened land. Someone plows through his daily grind of homework by the illuminisence of a silver pearl. In the corner another falls in love. A heart breaks somewhere under the golden beams of a man-made moon.
The dots grow brighter and more defined and I see the work of the hand that created the light. We fall.
A turbulent struggle then a slight rumble and I hear the voices of their hearts no more. I stand under the light of the man-made moon. I am one of the million. My friends, for so brief a time, are no more.
A poem which I wrote during my short transit in Taiwan. The landing at CKS Airport sort of evoked these feelings. Landing at L.A. had a different feel - a more urban, suffocating effect.
