Betrayal

 his words fell upon our ears

as the sun still falls upon the dancing grass

in the warmth of day

his words were once the wine in our cups

that slipped down our throats

in intoxicating heat

we would consume every verbal slip of his lips

the vibration of his voice would shake loose

all our cares, making our doubts slip off

the edge of the cliff into the sea of lost memories

and we would lay there in his resonance

succumbed to his breath upon our souls

we used to love every time his mouth moved

to bring about another bloom of celestial scent

yet those scents have escaped what was promised

all the hope has landed fear side up

the tender words of piercing truth has burnt with books

once glowing enlightenment now marches on

in an army of mindlessness with spoons sticking from its lips

the spoons that have fed it empty lies and hate

an army that has turned upon itself 

for it has nothing to fight but itself

and the words that flowed from his font of wisdom

may only be echoes in the shattered ashes that remain

that carry in the wind, to love each other