
Arctic Sunrise - Year 4.5 Billion
the birth of one more year
In front of me.
The vastness of the arctic spreads it's wings over billabong and fields.
Snowy valleys and frost clad mountains. It is all illuminated and painted by the lingering nightly shadows. Dressed up to play in the cold and vibrant arctic scenery.
Fluffy white and deep ocean blue are the colors that mix so well with the pale red and yellow of the rising winters sun.
The scene that unfolds before my eyes this morning was given even more depth by the plume of misty winters fog that effortlessly reached out into the sky to greet the warming blanket of the winter sun.
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March of Saturn by Bornholm
The turning of a new year.
Like a painter's pencil, the air and rolling hills turned into nature's most enchanting canvas. Wrapped all around me on this place where I now stood right next to this tree where we hand in hand in summer time barefoot walked through the tall green grass through the herds of flowers and wildlife.
The wings of crows and ravens and the mighty white-tailed eagles soared the sky above me this very day.
No doubt that they were looking for the tasty arctic rabbits that always roamed these fields of ours.
Or perhaps they tracked a Lynx or two, or a pack of wolves that silently made their way through the bushland, stalking our footprints that now laid frozen in the snow like a ghost, silent and unseen but always near and always undeniable there.
I looked up at the rising sun as it painted these vivid clouds and frozen land and I smiled, thinking of the sights that already lay waiting for you, my girl to discover as we walk these plains hand in hand.
It was the year
4.5 Billion
[ "and
with the rising
sun
we turned,
the pages
of a brand new day" ]
Our Paean
Out of my, shallow grave
You raise me from the soil,
with your
haunting words that play
on the senses of the
imaginary, With strokes of life
that warms my soul
with your tongue
that is so very skilled and sensuous,
You call me up
To dance beneath
the ever tree
to the right of you
For all
eternity
But once I stand,
you raise your head, from down
your
knees
And while my hand was
not
thought, to be
yours, to hold, beyond the grave forlorn
In the shadows
Of each silent night, we found a lease
To play, like the moon
and roaming
wolf that follow close
to each other
like
two birds, of feathers,
we are now playing tag
Eternal
as one we rush
through mist
on top
what is, perhaps a broken fortress
From within, A hymn, of bursting hearts,
which might, come from down, the beavers
river, curled up dreams like baleful stars
with raging foam of moving oceans
that greet our
last, few steps
like stones and soil, we flow together
From mountains top
That fall, so high, back to the crust
of a thousand sea
Until once more,
the light
Of day, comes to cease
Our lustful games, the sun that passed
the night
Beneath our
sprawling tree
Come good morning
To say, goodbye,
You raise me soon
Enough, to dance
Another night,
and
together
We stayed, remain, we fall so slow,
we run with stars we swim,
climb and bleed,
venture forth
for all eternity
Beneath this seldom tree

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