rebirth

Posted by: barry c
Created: February 22, 2015
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The earth was dreaming about a moon not yet

born, when I entered its dream as a ghost

with the moon in my eyes in silhouette

held by the creator who joins me to toast

the birth of a new moon that dreams of a

sun collapsing. The earth, moon and sun dream

in unison giving me form, I whistle

forever sounds of fire dying, embers teem,

welding an impulse within the progeny.

Paintings and compositions allude in

multitude to resurrection. Adroitly

the creator completes his masterpiece, herein

a man on a cross. I will bring my progeny

to fruition and amend an impulse eternally.