There is something we share;
it is an idea, a thought,
a dream.
We call it a nation.
We dream that it is as real
as the earth beneath our feet,
as eternal as the stars.
We recall histories of its birth,
tell sagas of its darker days,
make plans for its future.
We believe that as it is now,
so shall it always be.
It is the same with
other peoples,
other dreams.
But we are wrong.
All of us are wrong.
These dreams are fragile, ephemeral,
dew-dazzled hopes of gossamer.
These dreams can break, vanish,
burnt by cruel suns, torn by raging winds.
All it takes is another’s dream, another’s will.
One person’s dream of power can destroy
an entire people’s dream of peace.
If we let it.
If we let it.
Unraveling Time
Desert Wind
Ploughman's Son
Ploughman King
The Year the Cloud Fell
The Spirit of Thunder
Shadow of the Storm
The Cry of the Wind
Beneath a Wounded Sky
Cryptogenesis: A Memoir
Kurt R.A. Giambastiani 