Like a picture in the archive of human souls.
Like a message coming back from the future.
Like wild birds traveling in time.
And a whisper coming from the depths of the earth
Like the gentle smear of the wind.
Like soft sounds in the forests of human souls.
Like wild waves in the white matter of human brains.
And like a titan in the sky of human conscience
Like the shadows of memory.
Like birds flying back from the past.
Like the shattering of the limits of history.
And the image of an uncompromising soul.