i turned my eye toward the future
and watched as lemurians returned.
stars guided sea. the weather
grew tempest. heavenly calm burned.
the sun's eye lifted gracious head
over civilizations. its clear beam
shed through time. time was dead.
eternity consumed all. from a dream
we had awoken. a single stone tablet
stood in our midst. we touched it.
we understood. hieroglyphics archaic,
a dot vibration of peace our minds lit.
the phoenix had arisen over ash of earth.
Man reborn, it was Kosmic Culture birth!
Hi Doug, great read, great write. Loved the story and technical soundness of this poem. Cheeers!
Birth of Kosmic culture nicely delivered in the sonnet. Thank you.
A travel through Time! So we have possibly entered the 13 th Grand Cycle! Let us hope that it promises a new birth! It seems that the occult (science?) fascinates you! A great write! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its clear beam shed through time. time was dead. eternity consumed all Lovely lines. A joy to read. Thanks!