14 Apr 2006 @ 14:12, by swanny
THE MAKING OF DAY
NOW... sits here suspended in a nothing of space, dancing itself around a crackling fire.
The dawning days and the yawning nights, set the rhythms of the seasons and years.
From time to time, joy and sorrow, love and hate, collide and argue, sending off their towering responses of blazing sparks.
Oceans and mountain masses, shift and change places, seeking perhaps more comfortable or pleasant dispositions.
And upon this stage of this and now, the human dramas and soap operas play out.
The quiet desperation's of the masses.
Masses whom yearn and lust perhaps for themselves and perhaps some drops of vain human glory.
The drone of traffic, a bird call, the oceans lull and a lonely wolves cry all mark this rolling saga, as it pitches to and fro alike unto the oceans form whence it was born and came.
High above, an eagle and clouds soar, observing for the moment the haphazard and silly parade.
A parade that echoes down and through the years, decades and centuries.
What are we learning? crys a fool, standing by the gutter grubbing for a crumb of bread and juice.
What have we learned? but the question is lost and reverberates into the din as good robin begins it song and a day begins anew.
Happy Easter
April 14, 2006
Ed
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