Tag Archives: birth

Edge of Twilight

Where the earth gives birth to the sky,
Where the sea separates from rock,
She waits for the sun to pass by,
On day the moon now knocks,
But nightitme will have to wait.
She lies on the edge of twilight.

An Element of Rust

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An element of rust remains
Upon the earth and what it contains.
No matter what rain may come
Still there’s rust when the day is done.
Iron towers crumble, boulders fade before the wind.
A question of death and the wages of sin.
Why should you wonder? Put it from your mind.
Rust to soil, then back to human kind.
Imperfect decay, gives birth to perfect form: us.
In all this there’s at least one word to trust,
Life is life, and death is death,
And from both we must make the best.

Days Debt

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A forgotten day found
At its end.
A silent and empty sound,
In my head.
This something followed me home.
So far.
What it was, lost in the loam,
Now marred.
Beneath the earth now buried,
Remembered.
I miss how I was carried
Through December.
With winter at its end,
And springs birth,
There is a maddness to which I tend,
Not of this earth.
My follower I’ve discovered,
This shadow.
By the light its been governed
And fallow,
This tired soul waits.
For tomorrow.
Now my sleep baits
Are low.
This is how my fatigue collects debt.
One payment will be missed I fret.

Tired Earth

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Cradled in the night: sleeping earth.
The stars, solitary eyes, observing the birth.
One too many times; everyday she
Tries to hold this sleep and be,
Eternally cold.
Her soul, old,
Wearily gives birth to season after season,
Knowing they’ll soon be ancient, a reason,
An excuse to hate the life-giving spring.
The snow, her blanket. The Sun and Moon now sing.
This: before birth her last sleep.
The joy she’ll feel in summer,
Will rend all her fear asunder.
But every year it’s the snow that she prays to keep.