in the cold and bitter night
to watch what in evidence
had happened to our Earth.
The cold and uninviting moon
shadowed by the depth of despair
rang true to me now
as I faced this world
into which I now must boon.
Who on Earth is this man
who comes to me at night
and shifts and sifts the memories of old
to which I am to have no idea.
But the way that world was to be
looked very much like a heavenly space,
one so beautifully designed
with every creature abundantly placed
and the air sweet, so sweet to smell.
I felt that in this dream this night beyond most
I had a glimpse as it was before…
Before the ravages of man and greed
spent their days in desperate ways
to end the race to be next born.
No such luck for these fellow travellers to come
and find naught to entrance and enjoy,
but loss and sorrowful past tales
of what was and is not any more.
December 29th, 2013
Tags: Awake
