Madness and Joy

Madness and Joy

Long ago and far away

I ran with the bulls

in my mind

The page was beautiful before me

the air pure

and my dreams kind

Since youth flees

so quickly

and history

is the enemy of humankind

These days

the pages grow darker

and frought with as much madness

and violence

as joy

But the joy still shines through sometimes

in the eyes of a child

or an accomplishment

of the mind

And I still wonder

at the sunset

and sometimes the page is clean

again

for awhile

Until the sun burns it brown

or it is filled

with madness

and joy