Lonely and barren is what's thought of a place where darker sides of the full moon
reveal what's carved upon the blank face you see.
A mirage of images and scenes merged together, to disturb all the bogs and shores
with a sound that drew closer with the buzzing of a bee.
Courses of water and light have been guided for long eons and
never went over moon's pulling of tidal formations in the dim.
But for far away was there another course of events, the shattering
of the harmony, being bent, distorted, and all at a whim.
Clock ticking and clock unwinding fast, if creatures of the earth do tell
And other lively elements last, there is still no reason to harm the shell
Raging winds descend and dissolve, night echoes its chirping of song and lore
The calm and stillness betrays some forthcoming storm to heed.
reveal what's carved upon the blank face you see.
A mirage of images and scenes merged together, to disturb all the bogs and shores
with a sound that drew closer with the buzzing of a bee.
Courses of water and light have been guided for long eons and
never went over moon's pulling of tidal formations in the dim.
But for far away was there another course of events, the shattering
of the harmony, being bent, distorted, and all at a whim.
Clock ticking and clock unwinding fast, if creatures of the earth do tell
And other lively elements last, there is still no reason to harm the shell
Raging winds descend and dissolve, night echoes its chirping of song and lore
The calm and stillness betrays some forthcoming storm to heed.
Forced to flow, let loose with the span of a night, a moonless night and no more,
until forced currents pulse underneath sway, surpassing lunar speed.
So now, the lonely and barren place, for which has become of meadow
streams like a memory on the sound of an insect's wings.
These lunar creatures were at once a powerful force of nature
befallen under darker times of mankind's things.
Clock ticking and clock unwinding still, the moments of moonsong gone
Other elements sure to be dug up from the hill, echoes of a past eon
Sun and water have come with a season of spring and shone still and treasured
A voice spoke for the emerging sunken roots of leaf and vine.
Moonlit tidal formations stir aloud with might, with such a reckoning unmeasured
These lunar creatures thrive upon each earth-measured line.
Now from the lonely place where there stands no tower, the sky dims
and the winds build up and somewhere far off they rumble.
The smallest of seed and vine reach upward toward the walls in the sky
and tidal flows have witnessed something of a tower tumble.
Rounded circle of time, climbing to full white in each timely design
Sparkling and dazzling the foundations vast, and lively elements last
Like a tunnel of the air, have all the tainted dusts been cleared,
and deep inside earthen crust have rivers been restored.
Lunar tracks have been counted like giant geomorphic lines,
ultimately in a secret gaze have they been explored.
Solar drifts of wave sets and rises in spite of massive collider tumult.
For all the forces of wind and sea, lunar creatures hold.
Like a liquid mirror toward the sky, in the rain reflecting every drop,
nothing was ever in question of the power that nature has told.
Rounded circle of time, climbing with the sound of lunar wings
All is quiet upon their feast they sigh, above the buried of mankind's things
©Iggy 1998
until forced currents pulse underneath sway, surpassing lunar speed.
So now, the lonely and barren place, for which has become of meadow
streams like a memory on the sound of an insect's wings.
These lunar creatures were at once a powerful force of nature
befallen under darker times of mankind's things.
Clock ticking and clock unwinding still, the moments of moonsong gone
Other elements sure to be dug up from the hill, echoes of a past eon
Sun and water have come with a season of spring and shone still and treasured
A voice spoke for the emerging sunken roots of leaf and vine.
Moonlit tidal formations stir aloud with might, with such a reckoning unmeasured
These lunar creatures thrive upon each earth-measured line.
Now from the lonely place where there stands no tower, the sky dims
and the winds build up and somewhere far off they rumble.
The smallest of seed and vine reach upward toward the walls in the sky
and tidal flows have witnessed something of a tower tumble.
Rounded circle of time, climbing to full white in each timely design
Sparkling and dazzling the foundations vast, and lively elements last
Like a tunnel of the air, have all the tainted dusts been cleared,
and deep inside earthen crust have rivers been restored.
Lunar tracks have been counted like giant geomorphic lines,
ultimately in a secret gaze have they been explored.
Solar drifts of wave sets and rises in spite of massive collider tumult.
For all the forces of wind and sea, lunar creatures hold.
Like a liquid mirror toward the sky, in the rain reflecting every drop,
nothing was ever in question of the power that nature has told.
Rounded circle of time, climbing with the sound of lunar wings
All is quiet upon their feast they sigh, above the buried of mankind's things
©Iggy 1998
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