∞Infinite movement the earth in life
slipping in to sift the thoughts of a new day
carefully plucking the strongest of dreams
and letting the balance
wash quietly away.
∞The whispered words of night are heard
in recollected stories told through a fog and haze
as thunder rolls so far away
echoes of itself felt
as its energy dissipates.
∞We divide the fragments of dawn to dusk
below surfaces where danger lurks
while above white stallions race to shore
and clouds above again re-form
speaking to those who listen,
awaiting a coming storm.
∞Monoliths stand for a thousand years
battered by the tides sent calling
etched and formed before our birth
we cannot but help to stare at the view
seeming small and soft as we compare
the sand to stone and fossil found,
strong enough to outlast the end
as time winds past the minutes show,
the unobserved still linger on
if only in thoughts held in trembling hands.
∞The gathering of specimens that once had lived
now kept in polished jars and waiting
for the next pondering to trickle down,
the wonder and awe still enchanting
of ancient articles found.
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