The Mighty Eye in a Brief Eclipse of Time
Umpteen billion years
Big Bang, supernova, gas
Brief eclipse of time
Gases swirling, fall
Sun and planets, water, life
Brief eclipse of time
Another billion
goo, amoeba, fishes swim
Brief eclipse of time
Movement, changes, flux
slither, crawl, climb, walk and talk
Brief eclipse of time
Ra, Sol, Helios,
Mithra and the Mighty Eye
Brief eclipse of time
Life begins and ends
birth, joy, laugh, cry, death, and dust
Brief eclipse of time
Waves cleave sea, shore, sky
enfolding, watching, listening
Brief eclipse of time
The Mighty Eye - unfocused, stained, diffuse -
began to slip and slowly sink,
while frizzled waves imbibed her searing tears,
with salted languid lips
The Mighty Eye was weary, thin,
peering through the frozen cracks,
as some straying clouds,
bloated,
floated feebly by
and waxed their billowed tracks
upon the heated sky,
and cooled the rush of rolling waves
beneath the blotted sky
The waves, they hung in time and space before me,
- gently tumbling aging pebbles
and lifeless shells across the shifting sands -
seemed unaware
as they once again began
to veil the Mighty Eye,
to close the Mighty Eye,
to blind the Mighty Eye
Or perhaps they really didn't care
For, as the frazzled froth is rushing forward,
slowly toward the sandy shores beyond,
to retreat and then to rush ahead again,
eternally,
it matters little if the Mighty Eye casts
her blazing glance from high above,
or else retires for the night,
kissed by liquid lips of distant faithless waves...
in a brief eclipse of time
The trees, they hung in time and space behind me -
trees... which in time before had swayed,
gently tugged by ocean breezes,
trees... which in time before were lightly lit
with emerald leaves,
trees... which in time before had reached to space above
with leafy fingers,
grasping fingers,
clutching fingers,
fingers drenched with golden tears
shed by the Mighty Eye
The trees, they hung in time and space,
frozen motionless behind me,
- chilled with rooted premonitions of the void -
their fingers clutching darkness
and their leaves foreboding doom
The muted winds began to whisper tales
of many frightened things,
which, with mournful apprehension,
had ceased their joyful play
And all the while dank shadows gaily danced
a dismal dance,
for their time was soon to come
The fitful shore was suddenly still
Unfeeling stones and hollow shells,
were paused a little,
stalled,
and dropped haphazardly,
midst mindless random journey,
and abandoned by the sea
For fickle waves had slipped away to greet a falling prey
And as the Mighty Eye drooped lower,
laminated molten lips
pursed and puckered higher,
sucking in the sky
Within a trice the Mighty Eye
was swollen red,
perhaps tormented by the thoughts of premature demise,
or being lashed beneath a lid of distant faithless waves
And as a dying flash dissolved,
two lurid lips arose,
three lusty lips...
a thousand parted limpid lips which, quickly,
though with little haste,
consumed the Mighty Eye
The trees were then but lurking shades
amongst the murky shadows
Relentless fog seeped slowly by,
her floating tongues dripped silence as she passed
The lacerated savage lips had once again returned
to kiss
the vacant vapid shores...
in a brief eclipse of time
poem by Terry O'Leary
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