Sliding From The Mountain Top

Lingering in the spaces of time---

sitting on the muddy banks of reality---

docile souls pondertop

chasing dreams

of Moses:

The glimpse from the mountain top  

veiled by despair.

The power brokers edge their grasp

beyond the sunset; leaving frail victories

waning and festering in the winds of change

as falling raindrops of precious blood 

flows to the gutters of the street's battlefield.

Renewed strategies of white opiates

assault the black dream.

Comatose minds---mesmerized

with fantasy freedoms---fade away:

oblivious to the ever tightening silent chains.

The sagging bosom of life hangs on---

dripping souring drops of time---chasing 

its own ghost down the mountain.