A poem to guide you through some of the landmarks of life |
Ruins Blame Babylon for falling Stars etched across the sky A night-time scene, carved, calling Spent longing, slipping by When heavens just won't listen, and night skies just won't hear Stars so lonely, glisten, for bodies, far and near Throughout the Colosseum We watch as pillars drop Starting high we see them Ending low, they stop Like a lived in memory Worn and torn in place Born in stark trajectories A ragged, hagged space With hearts lost in Atlantis, and souls left to the seas As spirits take their chances, as tides rip, curl and tease Tested and found wanting Washed up on the shore Wishing for that one thing We wind up wanting more Our piece of El Dorado Golden Men in treasured halls A slice of what we all know, forgotten, as it calls An absence of missed memories, of times we've never shared Paths too dark, the mind decrees, despite how much we cared and now with Eden overgrown … imaginary weeds, from fabricated lies, long sewn, amidst such real seeds Souls that sing out in the rain, for spirits, kindred, paired Bells that toll, ring out in pain, rooted...deep, lost, scared Lost Pyramids we grew in, so long ago, our stay A memory of Ruins, that makes no sense today Outside the stars have shifted, from where we were aligned Through hieroglyphs, we've sifted, … at deltas we might find A way back to Olympia Regain our mount, our steed On wing and hoof, viewed sepia, if only we took heed, of correspondence written cold letters lost, addressed and spent A life well spent, a love well sold … and postcards never sent From Colosseum to Atlantis El Dorado... Eden... seen Pyramids shroud bygone tantras … in Olympia, Zeus dreams With schemes and candles burning The flame it flickers, calls, to planets coldly turning, as Babylon... it falls |