This wiki page is a [little flag] (Plotmeister) production.
Peace out.
+ Comments Appreciated +


Return to index Penguins in a Bottle




Before and After


the impassive stance of the trees, their quiet solidarity,
is the silence of God descending like snow

in the unconquerable beauty of the virgin wilderness
we see reflections of our Eden hearts from long ago

the flight fancies of sunday school paintings fail us here
candy apple fables pale before grandeur and solemnity

harsh and sacred

honorable enemy, beloved and dangerous

we no longer know the secret paths, we are not welcome
in the heat of the sun, and the winter wind drives us out

but no mother truly forgets her daughter, and houses
remember what forgetful thoughts soon leave behind

turning over these shadowed memories in empty rooms
where there is more than enough time to think

empty and space, water on stone

age after age remade in our evernew image

punctuation is a civilized thing for a compartmentalized world
we are not so far removed from what we once were

what we think we have left behind is only waiting in our dreams
guardians of a future that was once source, beginning, womb

and will be again, in the close of all things,
the snow settled, still, divine. the empty truth and trust that fills us
from the inside out, at the sunset of all
we thought we understood.