Ring

Clouds drift through the sky

Blue as sapphires

My sister’s eyes

 

In the tree my father’s pruning

The sun shining from behind him

The camera lens smiles

What a pictoresque day!

 

Sky is the highway of clouds

White as the snow

That still hides in the creases of earth

Here at home

 

A family happily outside

Waking the yard for spring

New plans await us

May the birds and their songs

The voices of children

Humming of winds

Whispering of blossoming leaves ring

ring

RING

Through the air of this spring

spring

SPRING

Last Hope

The new world opened in front of them as they stepped out of an object that was very much like a space shuttle though it was barely the size of a tenth of the nails on their pinkies. The object’s size would vary depending on if it was empty or full. It contained all the amenities that they needed to travel slowly through time and space. They would get into the machine with chips that were integrated into their eyes. They had to only look at the machine and concentrate.

They looked as one being the low terrain of which the greenness and coolness compared only to the beginning times of their own world. The beauty and habitability of this world was tempting to them. But they had not come here to admire the view, but to look for something that kept their world together and which had been mysteriously lost to them some years or centuries ago.

They were looking for the Guardian of the Arc of the Sky, its being would change from dimension, place and time. They did not know exactly what they were looking for, but into them were built the last recognition chips. They were needed to find the Guardian. The sensors of the ship of the Guardian’s priests had led them to this world that seemed newly created.

They were the Last Ones, the last hope of their home world. A home world that was on the brink of destruction. The gods of iron, the leaders of their world, had told them to go get the Guardian. They were the last ones of the descendants of the gods of gold. The gods of gold had been a legendary people who had ruled the home world many millions of years ago. They had made the Guardian of the Arc of the Sky. Their very last hope.

Curve of the Sky

The sky is a curve above us

like a blue canopy.

Sand grabs at our toes

like gentle little piranhas,

it tickles us,

we caress the sky,

like we cherish others.

We are in love,

madly,

and the world is in love with us.

No one or nothing,

can separate us.

We are inseparable,

we are undefeated.

Our peace is whole.

Your offenses and crimes,

I do not feel concerned,

because we are eternally durable.

The world does not affect us ,

no human ,

no animal ,

no dirty word,

no bad wind,

nor earthquake

or tsunami.

No.

Not.

As our love

is a love song

which maintains this world.

Ring

Clouds drift through the sky
Blue as sapphires
My sister’s eyes

In the tree my father’s pruning
The sun shining from behind him
The camera lens smiles
What a pictoresque day!

Sky is the highway of clouds
White as the snow
That still hides in the creases of earth
Here at home

A family happily outside
Waking the yard for spring
New plans await us
May the birds and their songs
The voices of children
Humming of winds
Whispering of blossomming leaves
ring
ring
RING
Through the air of this
spring
spring
SPRING