They came with the rain
When I look at the moon I see a
Beckoning finger, a brightly lit
Invitation to explore, a launch pad,
A leap of faith, a signpost pointing
To adventures on a star lit trajectory
Of inevitable consequence. A log of
Journeys wherein all is known, and
That which hasn’t happened yet, has
Most likely already happened many
Times over elsewhere, as will be
Revealed by the rising of the sun, or
The turning of an illuminated page.
‘Seek and you will find’, ‘knock and
The door will be opened’, biblical
Nonsense to those of poor temper,
A promising opportunity to those of
A kinder disposition, and a loaded
Gun to those who spot the essence
Of something a little more calculating
Behind this open invitation to set foot
On other worlds.
They came with the rain on a dark
Hapless night, from a place of ill will,
Who knows where, who knows why?
But one thing is certain, let history
Confide, far better for earth if mankind
Where born blind.
Millions of planets and stars without
End, but never a pupil, an iris or
Lens. With no one to see, stand
Back and admire, no bomb making
Needed, no bullets to fire.
No anger, no rhythm of hatred aloft,
No cruelty, no murders, no race
Issues boss. No need of skulduggery,
No children to maim, no chimneys,
No factories to poison the rain.
What a treat if our world where
Bathed in a sun, minus the killers,
The drugs and the guns. Minus the
Leaders who lie and deceive, and
Minus the eyes that propagate
© Joseph G Dawson