Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you.

A cry. A scream.
The mist. The sheen. 
Island alone, as waves crash with gathered debris.
A shout -- Aloud.
The dark. The Sound.

LightHouse cuts through, as ships crash now blindly aground.

Port of inneffectitivity is what he had come to mean.
His friends and fiends were now lost and cast to sea.
He had been through Hell at high waters always on his own.
Though never defeated, destruction was all he’d ever known.

Alone, he sailed from the rest--
From the few that still remained.
Unknown, he raced into the west--
As the light from it was drained.

The stars shone as they arose, shimmering into the midnight sky.
He fell asleep and so he dreamed that on the water he had died,
And his ship had sailed the straight river that divided water and the night.
He arose up above, and God and gods had called him of like mind.

They bestowed on him the power of them,
And asked of him to create the world again.
He added colors of which he had never seen
And created creatures which had never been.
Planets moved with new trajectory.
Flowers grew to different olfactory.
Fire was now a thing for creation,
And he removed man’s need for destruction.

And He saw the world He had made,
And It was Good.

He awoke in his boat to a gentle salt breeze.
His creations were gone, just a part of his dreams,
But the world still at hand was Good all its own.
For he now realized that all along,
His hands were still those of Gods to shape and to grow.

Reviews

[Kiara]

I liked this, it reminds me of the way my friend writes.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. Good description allow the reader to have vision and thoughts on strong statements.
"For he now realized that all along,
His hands were still those of Gods to shape and to grow."
Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Mr Dunne Poetry]

Wow, this is really good.

[Abby]

wow

[Janice Fronek(red.panda..]

i love it :D