Even if your tears are restive your heart glisterning in trampled darkness'.
The sky touches the face of the blue earth and whispers, 'I am so yours". The earth wonders, "How could that be. You are boundless. You have so starries jewels, stars, suns and moons, and i , I am little, I have no own light. And Beyond that, in the modern era, in the Barbaric greed of civilisation, 'I feel, a thousand deaths on my body, no more flowers left to bloom, no more harvest to reap, tears have become irony, fades daylight'.
And the sky replies, 'i know, They came with iron chains
Claws sharper than the wolves, came hordes of hunters with perverted eyes of contempt. But, Even if your tears are restive your heart glisterning in trampled darkness'.
A poignant look at mother Earth's fate at the hand of so-called,`civilized humans who are so smart they can't figure out how to save their own nest.
But if Earth becomes too irreversible to regenerate like Venus, the sky, the universe, will nurture other mothers, many, in the hopes that intelligence will prevail (and become God?)
Such a mystical dialogue between earth and sky, thought-provoking and profound. It reminds me of my poem posted yesterday entitled "Sea Above the Sky", where I speculate about such things. I wonder if you saw it.
"The Great Teen Fruit War, A 1960 Novel" involves conflict between the Blues (sons of blueberry farmers) and the Reds (sons of peach growers) in a southern New Jersey agricultural community.
A young man’s need for respect and his search for love enables him to be coerced into becoming an undercover cop. Follow this man to see how others see him and try to understand why the job he becomes obsessed with and his quest for love, tear him ap
Love, romance, innocence, intrigue, danger, and lust. Life is complicated, and love even more so. Life, and love, can be hazardous to a lady's health. Especially if she's fallen in love with a married pop star.
But if Earth becomes too irreversible to regenerate like Venus, the sky, the universe, will nurture other mothers, many, in the hopes that intelligence will prevail (and become God?)
Ron