Youth Alive!

The land of the noises seems to disappear in the wind. Flying over the shoulder of unabating hyenas, the clouds swirl in a pretentious manner that seems to say they're so much better than we are. Their fluid motions miles above our head denotes a passion of both fury and calmness that they have mastered. Their shapes drift through the sky, snaking through air currents and crows. Below, their shadows dance as elegantly as they do over fields and forests, cities and oceans. A fishing boat carries old weary passengers all tired of catching fish in nets. The scruffy beards and gray wool tuques long for the warmth of a candle light in their shoreside homes. A meal, a drink, and a dry wooden stool to put their feet up on is all they ask for. Underneath the waves that rock their gray and hardened eyes lay their imagination. Mermaids, cowboys, and treasure chests swim through seaweed and algae. Little air bubbles float up from the clams while oysters make pearls. Sand shifts once and they're all gone, only to be replaced by others one day. The missing souls float to the surface, past the forgetting, through the forgotten, and past the wisps of memories. Into space, where everything is light years from everywhere, instead of just one or two. Loneliness is for all, instead of just for one.