And one more.
Distance [Lucas John Mix 3/16/12]
Island
in the midst of the sea
An oasis
some might say
in the sea of madness
An incantation
that makes meaning out of chaos
and a subtle tune
that lies beneath reality
knitting atoms to atoms
plucking strings and
striking harmonies
To stand upon the back of Tiamat
slumped upon the waves
O brave new world
O bright and shining star
That separates the waves
We set our hope upon the Moon
asking her to separate
the Earth from the Heavens
gateway and guardian
And we dream
what it would be like
to stand upon her face
to see and be the terminus
between day and night
known and unknown
sanity and madness
Such expectation
cast upon a rock
floating in the darkness
Does she look back upon us
with the same wonder?
or does she still feel the
pangs of separation
so long ago when the Earth was new?
Who knew then
what sacrifice
Who knew then what wonders earth would
spawn, what warmth of kith and
kin, trilobites and dinosaurs and fragile
men making poems – and mirth
And she, silent on the deep
gazing down, always gazing down
upon the merriment
Face to the Sun
No, face to the warmth of our fires
across the void
We need her, there upon the deep
keeping the flood at bay
smiling down upon the brightsome Earth
We romanticize and dream and look
with wonder
But she looks longingly with wonder
upon our dance and waits
for man to come to her.
