Hoar frost or soft rime on a cold winter day in Lower Saxony, Germany. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
This kingdom of heaven is desolate
Cold winter has come to its shores
A battalion of wariness follows
And like slaves we are called to the oars
Guide this ship cross uncertain horizons
Find no angels to sing in your wake
And all of our mis-calculations
Make of heaven the cruellest mistake
The Creator is weary of fighting
No new thoughts can arise from His art
There is nothing here left that is beating
Not even the sound of His heart
What creates now this cold desolation
In a place where the spark was once fire
What indifferent creature’s gestation
Has reduced the sublime to the mire?
There’s no serpent to carry the secrets
There’s no mystery left here to find
And the only ghosts that can breathe here
Are the ones that the sun left behind
The kingdom of heaven is breaking
Across all our skies see its scars
And all of our love here forsaking
Poor Venus is vanquished by Mars
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Such a sad poem, but the picture is very beautiful.
Yes, the picture really fitted the theme I thought! thanks Charles! 🙂
Ouch. Disagree on content, but a great picture of what life is like without the KOH
It’s just a philosophical ‘what if’ musing rather than a statement of belief. 🙂
i like this very much.
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
This is so elegant and so beautiful wow! Consider me blown away =)
Thanks so much!! 🙂
I, too, am blown away! I am also glad that our Creator does not grow weary as this one does. 🙂
Awesome poem and photo to tie it together, Sis!!
Thanks Skye!! 🙂 🙂 xxx