He has walked
the roads
since before many of us were born.
Golden Eyes watching
as the future becomes distant past.
Lives. Deaths. Civilizations. Extinctions.
He is both worshipped and feared.
Loved and loathed.
Forever victim to his own talent.
Just as others fear
they are victims of his words.
Such is the life of a Prophet.
[once again walking the endless highway, retired spring 2001]
