What of beauty in the sand
The song of mountains proud
The whispering of hidden life
That shrinks from voices loud
Beneath the sleeping sands
The hidden ones remain
Through the solid rock and stone
Against the core they strain
Immortal to our minds
They move, tunnel and mine
They speak to us as quiet echoes
And hide away from time
Once in ages long now past
Two travelers chanced to meet
They spoke briefly in silent words
And never again chanced to greet
But both were changed forever
By this chance passing in the night
And as they went their separate ways
Each saw with a new inner light
All who heard, were changed
Each came to know these new others
And with no bond of tribe or blood
All who dwell here became, nonetheless brothers
Frank J. Hernandez
Copyright ©2000 Frank Hernandez