Sunday, July 06, 2008

• EarthTome

  I try to sleep, but still the whisper
  Of the earth assails my senses
  As a fiery ring, dynamic;
  Searing into my perception.
  Time moves on, alike, yet moving;
  Circles, like the orbs of fire
  Blazing in the midnight heaven,
  Hone and keen my soul's desire
  To, in sleep, unveil the sleeping
  Earth, and revel in her hidden
  Life. She bears the crown of knowledge
  For each man who comes unbidden
  To her library of wonder.
  Molded, fashioned in her image,
  Revelation still awakens
  While the seekers view her visage.

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