Eternity's Feast Poem by Kevin Patrick Brown

The rising sun clamored to push away
the last vision of a reflection of moonlight,
it's final glimmer, patient over the rising sea.

The taste of dawn, thick with promises
as the days heat rushed to thin the blood
heavy with the nights passionate embrace.

The passing of time was always our guarantee of
cleansing, endless waves of our simple vision
which would bathe us, always in innocence.

We would satisfy our hunger with a harvest of stars
and lie softly with each other, content in the
sweet clarity that only eternity could serve.

Later, we would view the past through the
eyes of youth that loved us so strong and well
and wait, yet again, for something with no end.

At last, at the end of the meal, we would leave
a gift, part of ourselves, at the table of renewal
And redemption would feed us for all times