"I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope." – Aeschylus, Agamemnon
Beauty, peace, serenity
all embodied in the honey-sweet scent of a stargazer
or the delicate fluttering of a saitha's
wings, beating on the gentle summer breezes.
Honor, duty, tradition
seen in the white stone buildings sprung
out of the rock faces. Libraries and museums,
pinnacles of culture and learning.
Family, love, devotion
nestled deep in the warmth of manor homes,
townhouses, apartments, or palaces. A kinship,
a bond of togetherness shared by a world.
And those who rise up out of the dust
Can not let those passed be forgotten, or have gone in vain.