Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Search for Home

Here, amidst planes of stars,
on the knobble of the universe,
we stand, with moons like shells
beneath our feet.

Our skin is like treebark,
gnarled where flames of three
holoburn wars have licked.
We are unbeautiful. Shunned
on every planet we seek refuge.

But our children are clean.
Long and strong of limb.
We search for a home
where they may live
after we are gone
when memories of the wars
have dispersed into stardust.


Blogger Chris Never said...

Beautiful stuff

Love the memory of wars dispersing
into stardust line, just wonderful.

9:54 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

Blog owner approval huh??

You always come up with something new lol

Approve this

Staple the world to my finger tips
and I will bleed free
the mountains and the seas of lost
continents and bent out of shape
cannot spell it and dont care
*pokes out tongue*

we set fire to the sky
and watched the van Allen belt
burn blue and green
as air dispersed
I thought I caught the scent
of dying roses on your skin

And time is tripping over
dancing to the luck
of a four leaf clovers
hidden charms

We leave life the
way we found it
unchanged but endless

night kid

9:57 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

heh, having turned 'comment moderation' on, now I can't figure out how to turn it off. Bugger!

lol. thanks for the poem Chris. this one is another part of the Relavista poem. I think I might try to write a whole story maybe?

3:55 PM  

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