Member Poem

I noted the quietude of the nature of my path.
The clouds overheard it too, merging together.
Eventually they formed a demure backdrop
For the coming of a second Pompeii.

Yes, the world became but more gentle,
while the thoughts of men and women grew.
My own mind hushed sweetness to no one.
The essence of people furthering from morality.

Humanity never managed to connect heart and mind.
Just a little of the nature of both undulating in and out.
That was not the world we were supposed to know,
but it is the one we were forced to live in.

There was never a span between the two guides.
But fire had the determination to make one- ash.