They stood as would appear stateless, alone,
Like nascent beings exuding Nature’s nudity,
Coy, uncovered, culture yet to be.
They cower at times the sight of a new sky,
Mystified by vastnesses majestic.
They feel a freedom, abandoned
As desires now brood their naked breasts.
Luring their lustrous faces the beauty
Receding within a tremendous hush.
Sweet songs their tongues now somehow sings,
Innocence, inborn and heaven-torn
Into fragments of its boundless self.
Existence the gold-fire so sustains,
And rays religiously awakes the day.
copyright @2009 by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.
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