


Have you ever known the feeling
  of an artist who can not find
    an audience? 

Then imagine the earth
  spinning lonely through millions of years 
    of
Sunsets with no eye to appreciate the beauty,
Summer rains with no young lovers to run through them laughing, 
And starry skies with no one gazing up in wonder
Until at last
Man came forth.  

But is the Happy Ending final? 
Or will a few centuries of madness
  bury all the beauty forever
     under grimy concrete tombstones?  

Or will a burst of even more violent madness
  leave the earth barren and empty 
    to face another eternity 
      of 
Sunsets with no eye to appreciate the beauty,
Summer rains with no young lovers to run through them laughing, 
And starry skies with no one gazing up in wonder?



              -- Tom Digby 
              Original undated, probably late 1960's or early 70's
              Entered 18:58 11/15/2002
