Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.143.232.24
Your Email Address:
To Email Address:
Subject
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
I watch one day fades into another day taking with it the residue of the previous day and the trouble in the sea roll over the hill forcing me to keep still. I watch the day unfold and my mind growing bold, and the myriads of thoughts began to surface in the dark and I find myself in a different place.

I gazed at the sky above me searching for something that is bigger than me, but there was nothing up there and something peculiar was happening down here; the whale and the mischievous white shark rumbling on giant waves comes crashing down in the dark and I closed my eyes and grip tightly to the anchor.

I travelled into space and beheld the grace, and a fountain of stars sprang up around me, and manmade paradise gleamed from the sky like a bunch of grapes with succulent juice dripping...

There is something beyond the clouds that makes up the entire galaxy and those that viewed it with a telescope can truly report it without a doubt; there is something that is larger than man and it is the planet that we originate from; it not the planet beyond the sea but it is the planet that is waiting for thee; it has everything that you can dream of, from a crew ship to  an air plane and a country bus, you don’t have to stand in line when the suns comes up you will be  just fine.

You give names to the planet up there, but you must focus on the elements and the particles that are buried in the sand dust. That’s what will make you have the perfect landing. You explore the moon to build a new home, you search the moon for the buried drone, you can bring the dead bone to life, if you know how to do the moon sacrifice. I am taking my leave back to the earth and tell them what mankind destiny is about.

The days are, slowly fading away and I want to go away. The animals in the pasture are slowly grazing, they can sense what is going on; just look at how they are gazing in the distance,

 It was just yesterday I was s holding on to the anchor   over there and the silent breeze comes crawling in the trees and the listless morning breaks out in daylight and the years keep fading.
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required