Big Thank you to Biosphere of which the music Antennaria accompanies this poem. Big Thanks from an Ex Soldier. x

 

 

 The Light of the Sapphire

 

We can describe the forever incandescence of autumn nights

Where winds make dramatic all imaginations for the need

To live!

            But that, in essence, like the flam of custard

Now cold, only tells of skin warmed removed, warmed removed

Warmed removed again and again and again as

Each wide eyed hopeful tells the same,

Same, same descriptive content while the milk evaporates.

The milk that, vanilla drops no longer give the

Taste we all are looking for.

            Tiring isn’t it,

Contesting all we have created in the hope

Of finding meaning in existence,

While Earth, fumbles tearfully for the

Galaxy beyond an ancient Sun; A void

She looks for now knowing man, has

Lost his will to live.

            Battles will rage until,

Boldly, the soldier turns the gun upon himself,

His sense of family that he hoped for,

Resting in the graves of all the dreams

Foretold in childhood,

Those dreams that made him seek

A woman for his courage, a womb

To plant his seed,

And the buxom of love destroyed

Before his birth to replenish all his

Maleness!

            He, now seeing clarity before

The solemn buxom gives,

Turns the gun again.

Mother Earth is heading for a dark star,

            The forests have gone,

            The bears do not roam,

            The deer are looking doe eyed only for the cooking of their meat,

            And species lose their belonging every day,

            Every day,

            Every day!

Your hope, our hope,

The hope of Mother Earth,

Now rests upon the creator,

And I and you as man, and woman,

Man and woman bludgeoned by what was sold

In fallacy, can only ask forgiveness

For the naivety of visions left discarded,

Say - let them know we did our best,

But the truth that now is thwarted by deception

Of our lives, was scrounged time ago by

Monsters of betrayal who sought the infamy of ridicule,

            Just, to see us fail.

We have our love,

We love the creator who gave chance upon this world,

But too many are they who sit within their bigotry

And spite,

            And all lost, are those who seek destruction

Of the kindest forms of God,

            Love is there within the Heavens,

And here within our hearts,

It may be the last we ever have,

We pray you keep it sanctuary,

For all of it, is Yours!

 

 

For God, For Wyatt, For Lungy and I.

 

Michael J Waite 13^th May 2011.