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WindWalker
Senior Member

since 2001-10-12

Posts 1218

0 posted 2007-07-31 07:11 PM

When the last man died
when the last dark wraith
shrieked away with his soul
he left a devastated earth,
charred ruins and death
to mock the universe:
his legacy,
his declaration
of independence
from his God
and Creator.
Man's travail upon the earth
was not for nought;
his efforts brought forth
the fruit he sought:
when the last man died,
no life remained
to either mourn his death
or rejoice at his passing
as the case may be:
the earth stood naked,
formless and empty
waiting once more.
The winds of time
blew harsh and cold
dissipating his poisoned mists
and the sands of time
whispering, hissed angrily
grinding, burying eroding
every dream of conquest
and every mindless scheme
and no one left to count the passing years
of timeless...time...
when out on the dunes,
through shifting sands
from the bosom of the earth
and the centre of the galaxy,
joined by a shaft of brilliant light,
two human forms appear,
a young woman and a young man:
female and male
to cast their living shadow
over the land once more:
reluctantly
death's black shadow steps back
--and time awakens--
on the eve of Genesis...

These two kneel, heads bowed
to one another in reverence,
then slowly begin
the ritual of re-creation:
side by side, arms outstretched
to parching winds
to biting sands,
they stand facing South
their eyes blazing
with the fire of truth in their heart:
they nod and smile at one another,
her left hand palm to palm to his right,
his left arm and her right
describing a perfect arc
to East and to West:
a rainbow bursts forth
springing new life
from within the dance.
Clouds form in the brazen sky
and somewhere the rain
begins to fall,
rivers to flow,
oceans to fill:
the sky turns blue
grass and tree
undulate in fresh breezes;
hooves thunder over the land,
and the air fills
with song and flapping wing:
snow upon a mountaintop,
waves upon a shoreline,
thunder across a darkened vale,
the sudden rustling of leaves,
the mating call
and the wind ululating
in an outstretched wing;
the laughter of innocence
from a human child
riding a white unicorn:
a primordial song of joy
the heartbeat of the New Earth...
new life reclaims paradise
where life will be once more
and forever remain
in the perfection
of this day.

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

1 posted 2007-07-31 07:13 PM

Enjoyed reading this...James

secondhanddreampoet
Member Ascendant

since 2006-11-07

Posts 6394
a 'Universalist' !

2 posted 2007-07-31 08:26 PM

VERY interesting!

I am particularly fond of:

"when the last man died,
no life remained
to either mourn his death
or rejoice at his passing
as the case may be:
the earth stood naked,
formless and empty
waiting once more.
The winds of time
blew harsh and cold
dissipating his poisoned mists
and the sands of time
whispering, hissed angrily
grinding, burying eroding
every dream of conquest
and every mindless scheme
and no one left to count the passing years...

(of "Deep-Time?!")...

this 'write' leaves much to contemplate!

applause!!

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

3 posted 2007-11-04 11:53 PM

I find your writing facinating, WindWalker.
Ida

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