Broken Dreamers

The butterfly dreams
and visions of poets are
crushed into fragments
under the cold steel weight of
these corrupt kingdoms.
Who can connect with
life's beating heart now the Light
has been buried ? Eyes
of innocence absorb the
darkness all around. No
longer stirred by magic, they
stare blankly into
nothingness via blurred signs
of neon. Ancient symbols
Are relegated
To history's vast ash heap.
Why are we stranded
on remote inner islands.
when we could embrace
Communion's true wonders?
The butterfly dreams
and visions of Artists are
crushed into fragments.
Is this the way it will end?