In trailing backwards
4 May 2016
She calls me
The dark blue Mother
Her voice soft
Piercing Time
The inflexions in the rhyme
Depicting morrows
The false lords
They carry baskets
Weight of grapes
Slowing necks
Craning into swirling voids
Where Time stills no more
Silent watch
As it unfolds bleak
He said it
Undeterred
By chattering of the herd
Scattering in pain
They pay high
Sins of the father
Price in veins
That flow grey
Squandering remains of day
When crowns mistook heads
The waters
They surge above bridge
The dams fade
Crumbling sands
Crashing on the outer rims
Of Humanity’s peaks
Slaves hurry
To their sunken graves
Their feet sore
From walking
Their inane mouths still talking
Of undone evils
Three by three
They pair uneven
Their tales dead
Like roadkill
As the blue graveyards thunder
Sealing them under
Ingrained roots
Of loving solace
They bring grace
Salvation
The gills opening to air
Stored in the bubbles
We will fly
When the waters wane
Into skies
Where twin suns
Beckon to purple landscapes
In trailing backwards
Reading of the poem:
The Alchemist Universe
Orbs Love & Light
The Healing of Orion
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