clouds of linen stretch her skies,
changing depths of blue,
lovely is this -
her Earthrise,
she's something,
from my view,
I look at her
my lovely Earth,
and I,
her soulmate - Moon,
if she shall perish,
so will I,
I hope tho not too soon,
I wonder what inhabits her,
of what's alive out there,
I wonder what she thinks of them,
or if no time to care,
she was designed just perfectly,
a gift in her to give,
sadly took for granted she,
in ignorance can't live,
I wonder if her people know,
the sacred of her planet,
or if destruction comes in flames,
to fight it or to fan it,
they must know
somewhere within,
she's beautiful but dying,
I hope this not the last Earthrise
I hear her gently sighing,
then a thunder roars within,
on knees -
alone,
she's crying,
Hear my voice my sacred people
I'm wounded, I cannot fight
will you hear my final call
before the last goodnight ?
Ma Cherie © 2017
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 7:45 AM UTC
clouds of linen stretch her skies,
changing depths of blue,
lovely is this -
her Earthrise,
she's something,
from my view,
I look at her
my lovely Earth,
and I,
her soulmate - Moon,
if she shall perish,
so will I,
I hope tho not too soon,
I wonder what inhabits her,
of what's alive out there,
I wonder what she thinks of them,
or if no time to care,
she was designed just perfectly,
a gift in her to give,
sadly took for granted she,
in ignorance can't live,
I wonder if her people know,
the sacred of her planet,
or if destruction comes in flames,
to fight it or to fan it,
they must know
somewhere within,
she's beautiful but dying,
I hope this not the last Earthrise
I hear her gently sighing,
then a thunder roars within,
on knees -
alone,
she's crying,
Hear my voice my sacred people
I'm wounded, I cannot fight
will you hear my final call
before the last goodnight ?
Ma Cherie © 2017
