13 Mar 2011
but there is nobody around
to heed its warning.
As the planet spins below -
see? - Shining silver forests grow!
The day is dawning.
But the people are now gone.
Because of all that they had done,
plant life is mourning.
This was sparked by the Themed Thursday subject -'Space'- I used the space betwen my ears to come up with an offering! LOL
The same inner space produced the following sonnet, which, if you visit Hilary at The Smitten Image, has the perfect photo to accompany it.
Together At Day's End
Everything stills as dusk approaches. Light
takes on a sullen hue and clouds gather
forces, ready to battle with the night.
Standing on shore, we two wonder whether
darkness will come between us, draw a veil
over our present joy, shroud it in mist
before morning, once the sky blushes pale
and the shy face of heaven makes a tryst
with daylight. But at this day's end, we find
perfection and peace. One beside the other
in silence we gaze, as though a greater mind
had suddenly taught us how we might discover
duality within a single being, an entity
newly birthed, but already linked with eternity.