The Mighty Eye in a Brief Eclipse of Time

PROLOGUE

Umpteen billion years

Big Bang, supernova, gas

Brief eclipse of time

Gases swirling, fall

Sun and planets, water, goo

Brief eclipse of time

Another billion

life, amoeba, fishes swim

Brief eclipse of time

Movement, change and flux

slither, crawl, climb, walk and talk

Brief eclipse of time

Ra, Sol, Helios, 

Mithra and the Mighty Eye

Brief eclipse of time

Life begins and ends

birth, joy, laugh, cry, death, and dust

Brief eclipse of time

Waves cleave seas, shores, skies

forever folding, pulsing

Brief eclipse of time

CHRONICLE

The Mighty Eye begins to slip and slowly sink, 

(unfocused, stained, diffuse) 

while frizzled waves imbibe her searing tears, 

with salted languid lips.

The Mighty Eye, now weary, thin, 

is gazing through the frozen cracks, 

as sundry straying clouds, 

bloated, 

sidle feebly by

and wax their billowed tracks

upon the heated sky, 

and cool the rush of rolling waves

beneath the blotted sky.

The waves 

(impaled on time and space inside me) , 

gently tumbling aging pebbles

and lifeless shells across the shifting sands, 

seem unaware

as they once again arise

to greet the Mighty Eye, 

to close the Mighty Eye, 

to snuff the Mighty Eye.

But then again, 

perhaps the waves are well aware indeed, 

yet simply unconcerned 

and feel no need to care.

For, as the frazzled froth is rushing forward

madly towards the sandy shores beyond, 

before retreating slowly, 

then careening brashly forth ahead again, 

eternally, 

it matters little if the Mighty Eye will cast

her blazing glance from high above, 

or else retire for the night, 

kissed sweetly by the liquid lips 

of distant faithless waves

in a brief eclipse of time.

The trees, they hang in time and space around me -

trees, which in time before had swayed, 

so gently tugged by ocean breezes, 

trees, which in time before were lightly lit

with emerald tinted leaves, 

trees, which in time before had reached to space above

with twisted tangled fingers, 

grasping fingers, 

fingers drenched with golden tears

shed by the Mighty Eye.

The trees, they hang in space and time, 

benumbed and frozen motionless around me 

chilled with rooted premonitions of the void, 

their branches clutching darkness

and their leaves foreboding doom.

The muted winds begin to whisper tales

of many frightened things, 

which, with mournful apprehension

have hunkered down behind the haze

and ceased their joyful play.

And all the while dank shadows gaily dance

a dismal dance, 

for their time is soon to come.

The fitful shore lies suddenly still.

Unfeeling stones and hollow shells, 

are paused a little, 

stalled, 

and dropped haphazardly, 

midst their mindless random journey, 

now abandoned by the sea, 

for fickle waves have slipped away 

to greet a falling prey.

And as the Mighty Eye droops lower, 

laminated molten lips

are pursed and pucker higher, 

sucking in the sky.

Within a trice the Mighty Eye

submits and squints, distended red, 

perhaps tormented by fantastic thoughts

of imminent demise, 

or else of being lashed beneath a lid 

of distant faithless waves.

And as her dying flash dissolves, 

two lurid lips arise, 

three lusty lips -

a thousand parted limpid lips 

which asudden, 

though with little haste, 

consume the Mighty Eye.

 EPILOGUE

The trees are now but lurking shades

amongst the murky shadows.

Relentless fog slips slowly by -

her floating tongues drip silence

as they slink like snakes in stealth nearby.

The lacerated faithless lips have once again returned

to kiss the vacant vapid shores

in a brief eclipse of time.