Formations
of rock surveying the scene
stand
firm near the edge of approaching winter
vulnerable
and exposed to man’s evil ways
and
saddened by how a person can change.
But
if I look down to the base of it all
and
gently embrace the visible truth
layers
and layers confirm and bear out
the
intense upheaval of earth.
And
then was created another good place
with
diligent care to the gift of free will
to
enable the testing and assessing
of
sincerity, honour, empathy, love.
Today
the rocks stand a paradise lost
like
a woman alive without a good man
alone
but strong to suffer the sun
and
not turn away from the wind.
Where
are the lovers? They’ve gone everyone
to
pointless realms of electronic release
to
gain and acquire the meaningless, false,
and
upturn foundations of physical love.
And
the sea one day will rise up to hide
the
signs and symbols of faithfulness, trust,
and
the trees will appear to grow from the sea
in
the inexplicable manner of life.
But
not today, tomorrow, next week,
not
until the earth says, “Enough”,
and
we, the few, who believe in tough love
from
above will at last understand.
The
universe whispers, I hear and believe,
that
time should stand still, remember the feel,
and
recall again how such intense energy
upturned
the world for a reason, a cure.
And
when it is known, will time then deliver
a
warning and caution to the sea not to rise
and
trees not to think they can live forever
on
watery foundations of improper love?
When
it is known it may be too late,
too
late to reverse an intolerable fate.