The ocean tried to bear the sun,
And with brevity
It caught aflame-
It lit the world on fire.
And down burned the earth,
Charred to the soil,
To the soul of all things
Till everything was bare
Down came the buildings, the cities,
The structure-
Even the intangible ideas of man-
Fluttering scorched and tattered.
And in that moment of terror
There exists no greater peace
For when everything we know is dead
Everything we've lost is new
And outward it can grow,
Without the weight of men
To anchor it like concrete walls
To concrete chords and souls
But this moment, however brief,
Greets us every day,
It rolls right by and we forget
That someday man will burn too bright.
Oct 5, 2011
Oct 5, 2011 at 6:37 PM UTC
The ocean tried to bear the sun,
And with brevity
It caught aflame-
It lit the world on fire.
And down burned the earth,
Charred to the soil,
To the soul of all things
Till everything was bare
Down came the buildings, the cities,
The structure-
Even the intangible ideas of man-
Fluttering scorched and tattered.
And in that moment of terror
There exists no greater peace
For when everything we know is dead
Everything we've lost is new
And outward it can grow,
Without the weight of men
To anchor it like concrete walls
To concrete chords and souls
But this moment, however brief,
Greets us every day,
It rolls right by and we forget
That someday man will burn too bright.
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