Ages Past

I dreamt a dream of ages past
Of fearless warriors, wizards wise
When men held onto omens fast
And gods walked roads cloaked in disguise.
I stood amongst a shouting crowd
Who feared the time was coming soon
When man would take his final bow
And earth turn barren like the moon.
We ran and cried, and sought to hide
And begged the gods to let us stay
Yet one old man just laughed and sighed
While some did kill, and some did pray.
I asked him what his secret was,
How he stayed calm amid the roar,
He whispered to me o’er the buzz—
“Just watch the waves crash on the shore.
At times they’re small, and others grand
But still they roll on without end
We’re but a footprint on the sand
Vanished by the wave, my friend.”
I smiled at those words so true
And woke to feel a hope anew.