The world has spun out of it's axis.
Gibraltar is crumbling down below.
Sequential order
Scattered to the four winds;
E n v e l o p e d
In the conflagration of chaos.
Oh, trouble...
Once again, you greet me
From the stygian abyss.
You beckon from the hopeless place
We departed,
But I must refuse you.
I've drifted away from you
Like tendrils of smoke.
It's too cold and isolating
Where you reside;
I'm afraid I can no longer be
Your ally in loneliness.
I choose to dwell in the clouds
Where the sun shines brightest.
I'd rather float up here
With hope
As you lie in despair's ruins.
I'm comfortably at home
In my meridian splendor.
Approach of Wind, it chills
in a particular way.
Unexplainable, how it carries in competing tandem,
of unknown elements brought into the arena, bare.
Doctor's bag opened of winds,
surgical biopsy underway,
in new mandated trailways.
Membraned channels of envelope streams
holds aloft vapors of vial serums,
like a bassinet with black wings.
Intheorium sends it's postage.
It soothes the Cesarean Earth in her pangs,
for mankind's evil is great. How can it stand to be.
So he sends them a strong delusion
so that they may believe a lie.
Armies shall pillage the Family and
upend the carts in the Marketplace.
Souls shall be scattered to the four winds, looking desperately for a compass
that can find the head.
Delivery, once slow, has increased exponentially.
Magma rivers will haunt the landsape like lions,
Nemian.
Great forges looking for gold to smelt into idols of Pompeii.
For he shall stand in his Pomp in the Temple,
then sit, as if he is God.
Once in your life, you may come across
A passion which burns so brightly as to seem
Born of the forges of Vulcan
And suckled from the breast of Venus.
Yet time's merciless passage
Will swiftly grind it to nothing;
Earthly fire, even that of the soul,
Springs not eternal.
Soon all that will remain
Shall be ash and softly glowing embers,
Scattered to the four winds.
Despair not, however,
For if you search with diligence
And have fortune on your side,
You may find that one who inspires in you
A love deeper than the furthest reaches
Of Neptune's realm;
And rooted more firmly than the mighty oak;
A love that will withstand the ages
With the knowledge that passion
Was only the beginning.
Like the last leaves of autumn
Scattered to the four winds
Our love is drifting away
Like a desert river
Long run dry
Our love is desiccated
Like the winter landscape
Stark and bare
Our love is Barren
Did I ever tell you?
Of a time
Of a land
Where we fought
Where we lived
For ideals
When a cause was right
How we never lost
Yet, we faded in to the night
Did I ever tell you?
Of African stars
So bright
As we camped in the bush
Waiting for first light
Did I ever tell you?
Your first contact
The one you remember so vividly
When Mike died
The casevac...
How they tried
They couldn't keep him
The tears
How we all cried...
Did I ever tell you?
Of the bond of men
Sharing our last water
Waiting for resupply
Remember when.......
Did i ever tell you?
That Rhodesians
Are scattered to the four winds
Yet,
Themselves
They remember
The Mikes
The contacts
Of African stars
Of African sky
Of dense bush
The 11th of November
U.D.I
Did I ever tell you?
You cannot destroy
What lies in the heart
Many have tried
Rhodesians survive
Everywhere
We can look back
At a time
Of a land
Where we fought and lived
With pride
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