In his college days he refused to be chained, but thought there was a God – somewhere. Having come out of the woods of his youth, his spirit found there was a world with other people, and it ran like a machine daily.
Anthropology taught him that farming was probably the best way to live. Natural food was just beginning. He found that night clubs were empty of love, but he was not adverse to women, in fact they were kind of cool.
He had not found his Queen yet, so he enjoyed running at night. Breathing in the street lights, his feet pounding, the sound of his heart racing. He was able to leave the earth, moving through space and time.
It would be a long time before he found her star, but he was a vessel ready, and waiting. And it would be a long time before stained glass meant anything more, than fine art.
He had a lot to learn yet, being just 21.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
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“When we love people, we give them hope.”