Saturday, March 13, 2021

The Tale Of Terrae

A cloud so fragile, so delicate that it only lingered above humid ground.
Then from the ground came an echo of distant energy.
Moon's disregarding face turned again, and it turned all around.
Deep furnaces came about to recall planet's sensory.
 
Somewhere from deep within a deathly fate,
A message was preserved, that of photosphere complete and full.
An echo while in darkness, never to fade.
The element of all life that had been, that may be, sprang anew.

Light came to be alive again, sun's brilliant emergence and properly tuning.
To arise from the long dead dust, as then dust cleared.
They ask now from the blue, had they been asleep, musing?
It's a bow shock that sprung out this way, as if mirrored.
And with all cosmic episode to give, did Venus relive, and re-awake.
Upon four sides the same returned, fires burned, the smile in nebula's lake.
For the sun shifted its mass to align, a promised sign, and matter did shake.

Even in the lowest vantage point, up in the sky the stars still shine.
The twine and undergrowth crowns the utmost pole in bloom.
If ever there was question of duration the crystal records that time.
While one rotation seems a two-hundred twenty-four count resume.
 
In the silent night air, which had appeared as a bright cloud ambient,
A voice is soft with delight as the shadow softened to a deeply blue.
In the silent warmth of her sphere, Venus hosted life predominant.
And there the beauty that was remembered, was remembered as it was new.

So there an echo subsides in the mists of Venus, the airy lift and droplet dew.
And the patterns of the universe, the arches of celestial force, have remained true.
 
 
Raging electric storms and winds began speeding over what was destroyed,
An ancient world of sea and stone had laid in shrouds of haze.
But out upon nova's trail the code of stars and light filled this void.
Its time would become timelessness in its passing of days.
 
The luminous stellar disk-waves embrace the solar flame,
The polar axis in perfect upward line and turning in a halo of blue.
Life upon four sides returned again, anew is the nucleus now tame.
The resurrection sparked like the storm beginning the galactic cue.
 
They may ask how this is possible, for the evident rebirth.
In the reckoning of light years in vast outer arms there was eternity.
And it has magnified itself to include all contents formed upon Earth.
The endlessness of space has used within itself every possible certainty.
The whole of element line, and mass sublime never to decline.
The formation of planet and moon, in tune, ever entwine.
There lives once again, to begin, the same which in death did die.
 
At the highest mountain peaks it can be seen, the clear water sea.
Each green river of moss of mountain base lead to shallows and grotto.
The ice at the bottom of the world since melted, revealed crystal and tree.
The crystal core illuminated frictionless passageways in a harbor aglow.
 
Soft grounds and sand host waters that still flow in tides.
Light of electric magnetic in two angles than it was before, and clear it shows.
A light that now bends not and rides out on horizons on all sides.
While the surface of Earth settled to features of ocean and tidal flows.
 
So now the tale continues from Earth's globe of watery blue.
And the patterns of the universe spoke in ways that would only be true.
 
 
Far off at another step away in solar dance the faraway world of two moons peer.
They sent greetings to the world of green, then the one of blue and tree.
Looking upon all the solar events in a new light and understanding, with no fear,
From a world that never realized it was the last of the three.
 
Inner cores of galaxy secret of worlds locked within photon's mass,
Connected complex molecular strands, and engulfed the dim reaches once freezing.
Bellowing in flame that planets form, orbit in life, then die drawing in phosphine gas.
And while without formations of stellar time, they're intricately weaving.
 
For what has happened could never be held back in space.
Galactic movement with force will wake, restfully in spans of black.
The far off halo of nearest star leaving a distinct celestial trace.
And though a strange quiet and dark fell, life did hide, but it came back.
Return to that which was love before, telling of lore, and now can never leave.
Energy has been pulsar's growing beat and there a retreat, worlds to retrieve.
The contents of nebula cloud and spiral arms, in a trio of dawns, seem to breathe.

The journey had taken all parts of knowing every angled force.
Isotope arches again from centers of galaxy aligned perfectly, magnetic storms flow.
Commanding the race far beyond cosmic rays that nebula held in its course.
The journey encircles and expands toward all it may know.

Echoes call out from deeply hidden and small dark suns, in eerie sonic waves.
But the nearest stars to these worlds are now glistening in their tides.
Shedding the last drifts of obscure delta wave leaving behind empty graves.
From Mars again a voice calls out to greet life upon all twelve sides.
 
The still, quiet airs that hang over the Martian landscape are fair.
Indeed the planet has been given a multitude of color and wonder.
And here there are also waters of deep, murky blue, and deep dark lair.
A cloud so fragile, so delicate that it will linger within humid slumber.
Out there, toward the sun that warms, that storms, with equal dispersing.
The magnitudes of solar flare, solar glare, have brought moon's emerging.
Of all the time counted for Mars, healing scars, sun's timing more encouraging.
 
So here the song of cosmic love and radiance keeps Mars brilliance anew.
The patterns and designs of all the universe, have woven all that is true.
 
 
 
©Iggy 2000
Inspired by La Paloma Revient

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