The hounds of time gallop across the plains,
Peeling back the veil of mountains,
Stripping the Earth to it's bare nakedness.
Dusty whorls of hourglass sand
Whistle back through the ages
And the evolution starts again, and the angels dissolve into the ground.
No Western or Eastern minds,
No humans to think it.
The clouds tumble and move at a fast pace,
Green shoots speed into breathing trees.
From tiny seeds life blooms, and
Adam's knuckles scrape the ground;
Eve trails after.
The human heart is born -
Their tears water the parched earth of the jungle,
Makes it fertile.
Generations bear children, die, are reborn,
Skins of their life hang off them -
Distant memories of experience out of reach.
We watched all this, you and I,
And our fear went.
Earth caught up and the cars began to rumble,
Our house was built, dogs born, beds made,
Our little life recreated.
We were up to date, and now,
We fall into each other, fear gone.
Aware of the future, and how the human heart was there -
The galloping dogs ran toward love.
Friday, 21 August 2009
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