Apr 2018
way out in the tree-cloaked lands of coastal seas-
where Sun and Moon sweep the starlight
into cracks in the horizon, and
where mist gave birth to life innumerable-
there is the heart of the world.
this is the land of milk and honey
that was promised to the father
of Nations more plentiful than the stars themselves.
there, time slithers onward
as empires rise and fall,
passion overtakes Kings,
men become gods and God became man.
where Sun and Moon sweep the starlight
into cracks in the horizon, and
where mist gave birth to life innumerable-
there is the heart of the world.
this is the land of milk and honey
that was promised to the father
of Nations more plentiful than the stars themselves.
there, time slithers onward
as empires rise and fall,
passion overtakes Kings,
men become gods and God became man.
the beginning of a story i'm writing for class. it's not explicitly set in mesopotamia, it's sort of a blend of a few places i love, like the coast of new england (rocky neck beach) and greek islands, sicily and calabria, finnish sailing and fishermen tales, et cetera. it's a whole mess but i'm enjoying it. it probably will only make sense to me, but that's fine :)
