Time is now, left over from before,
It cares not where it's been, nor where it goes,
Like leaves that grow, flourish, then wither,
Their brilliant hues lost with decay of time.
Wind blows gentle, barely there,
Yet gusts of strength rip forests' wide
As mighty oaks stand fast against the thrust,
But fall they will as time steals life.
Rock is hard, its dense blood holds it firm, and fast
Within the earth that cradles it as mother holds her child,
Her breasts are full with liquid life,
'Till time erases all she gives.
Flames burn hot, for fire eats the soul that lies before it,
Skin that's soft to gentle touch will rot, then drop away,
For fire takes what ere it wants and chews the soul of what it takes,
Then smiles upon the charred remains with eyes of love gone blind.
Time, wind, rock, and fire take within its black desire
To rot, to touch, to love, to lust
While death stands watch, and waits its turn
Then chooses well and does it's will,
As time is lost when death becomes clear.
So I wait, and watch with eyes that cry tears of scarlet,
As time steals away what life remains before them,
My breath grows hot, for fire burns within my soul of ashes,
And rotted flesh on blackened bones is all that's left for wind to spread.
Rusty Blackwood.
Copyright 2004-09.
~ Have you ever wondered what would happen
if you were left to the mercy of the elements?
Would they be kind, gentle, caress you like a baby,
or would they abuse, burn, tear, until you've rotted?
Might not be the nicest vision, but it does make
food for thought. Such was my thoughts when I wrote this. ~
R.B.
