On all lands named after saints and new namesA Poem by Dr Poet
On all lands named after saints and new names born far away from their wombs, the evil of men melts down into a charming translation always enchanting the tongue of the dumb hearts blinded by the pulse of the darkest star. Beyond the thought-fathomed oceans once quartered by the creepy woods of the vikings, across the endless extensions soaked in atavic silence once rended by the logics of foolish conquistadors, the love of men builds up the arcades connecting the unknown to the muttering knowledge of guides forever bound to roam.
On those lands the revelation of the cross has now been obscured by the standing of the gloss that embalms in hysterical trance the golden calf of unnecessary vice believed to be elementary need. When care is handed over to anyone's will even the mightiest stone will crumble down from the firmest keep, though wedged into dateless wisdom to face the centuries of oblivion cast by nature like an inevitable sentence upon earth's unprovable innocence.
All dawnings spread the same saddening dew over the yawning towns of men, corpses back from the dead of dry resentment at the driftwood of forlorn expectations floating adrift through a day without motion. The time of their dreams is as timeless as dim when beams fade away towards eternal rest and glitters the day's ceremonial vest soon sewn a funereal gown that suddenly unravels to embrace all around. In the time of these dreams is entirely enclosed the wise sight of old age, of no age for the old; where the elements meld making useless each sense and the breeze doesn't breathe nor does fire anymore speak as they always had done since the world had begun. That world is now gone.
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2 Reviews Added on December 22, 2008 Last Updated on December 23, 2009 Previous Versions AuthorDr PoetItaly, New York City, Wales, NYAboutI have probably found the place where I'd like to pass away, on a very distant day. In the meanwhile, I am trying to make my life something I will be able to feel grateful for, on that very distant da.. more..Writing
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