Sojourn On Mars Part 2 (poem) by Peter Paton on AuthorsDen

Sojourn On Mars Part 2
by Peter Paton → (All Poetry by Peter Paton)
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I awakened to the soft touch of a gentle hand on my forehead Softly sweeping my hair back from my brow The vermillion Martian sun dazzled my slowly opening eyes Revealing the silohuette of a Paracelsus sylph With diamond shaped eyes and flowing brown tresses She sponged my parched lips without uttering a sound And fed me with unfamiliar luscious wild fruits Feeling the comfort of her warm breath on my visage I broke the impasse and asked her name Xanadu she answered, and I come from beyond the stars Taking me by the hand, she led me to her charge A sapphire studded beast of burden, that could carry two I clung to her waist, as we headed west We travelled the lava encrusted plains towards Olympus Mons Skirting the cratered uplands, we reached campsite just before sundown A concealed underground cavern with honeycombed layers That had the capacity to withstand a nuclear winter She explained she was a celestial emissary From a planet of Galactic Gods Who had destroyed their own bastion, with words and rage of pride Struck by her beauty, and her Andulusian ways I felt myself swooning under her charm We bathed in hot geysers waters that sprang from the core I felt as if in a dream, surreal and psychological The dulcet tones of her voice, and mesmerizing body took its toll We were swept together by the swirling warm eddies And entwined together in magnificent passion The heady concoction of love and mystery suffused and rivetted us as one Signals of knowing flashed between our transfixed eyes We kissed and coupled as if in a trance Conception took place, in a maelstrom unique She called out my name in the heat of passion Alluring native tongue not known to man I reciprocated in full, and gave her my strength The magical spell was cast, and retrieve was our astral mission As she whispered in my ear, prophecy is answered Our child will be born He will unite all warring factions And the bruised reed will be saved forever And the swift passage of time Will never be the same As we my divine love, Have found each other at last Copyright by Peter Paton 2006

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on January 29, 2006

A futuristic Crossroads kind of passion on a crust of a different land, time, and place, Peter! Wonderful image as each flawless line unfolds this epic right before our eyes. This is dramatic novel potential! Rolling the reels in my mind, I can visualize this on screen.

"Alluring native tongue not known to man." This is a new spin on foreign dialect that I can actually hear her calling the name, climaxing, echoing NOVEL, Peter! AHHHHHHHHH....

Sage

Reviewed by jude forese

a powerfully descriptive and passionate composition arising from the depths of a foreign landscape that is most alluring and mesmerizing ...

Reviewed by Cynth'ya Reed

Reviewed on January 28, 2006

They say Mars is red for a reason, and WOW, that's one hot sculpture you chose for an intergalactically red-hot poem Bro. Peter!
blessin's
cynth'ya

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Your imagination knows no bounds, Peter. Thank you for sharing your gift. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

most passionate offering Peter!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*� (Reader)

"Our child will be born"

If the meaning of this is the dying of self in order to save our brothers and sisters, then I applaud this vision of unity and creation of a better life for all.

Love & Light,
Joseph

Reviewed by Dale Clark

A marvelous outlook and very passionate
and descriptive. Great poem!

Reviewed by E T Waldron

This is a glorious dramtic fantasy of the highest order Peter!
Wish you could sell it to the Creator;-)Looking forward to more!

Eileen

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson

the hope of unity can indeed come from our willingness to seek peace and do mercy and our openness to others sent by the galactic God. Peter, your knack for finding just the right word or turn of phrase anchors this visionary poem and leaves its images planted like a flag on Mars. great work. Dawn

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Truly enjoying this epic tale of galactic survival, Peter.

Reviewed by George Carroll

Great imagination displayed in this celestial write.