Reblog this please :) I <3 U
it is as if all time had never been,
nor universe or sun or moon
or simple morning light.
those beasts, their tragedy was mute and blind,
and so remains. our sight?
yes, ours? to know now what we are.
but think of it, then choose. now, which?
born to raw earth, inhabiting a scene,
and all of it no sooner viewed, erased,
as if these miracles had never been?
vast circlings of sounding fire and frost,
and all when focused, what? as quickly lost?
or us, in fragile flesh, with god’s new eyes
that lift and comprehend and search the skies?
we watch the seasons drifting in the lunar tide
and know the years, remembering what’s died.