Eventide Dream

"Eventide dream"

                         


"They must understand that we can only lose by taking the offensive. Patience and time are my warriors, my champions." Leo Tolstoy

 I watch  as I stride the earth making them accelerate. Another time lived, other lives to live on. I watch  as I stride the earth making them accelerate towards the end game. One time has ended ,  whilst others live to live on. Behind my measuring tick, the feet walk, ducks swim, and mornings slide to night to morning  like the wheels on a cart moving forever forward. I watch awaiting the brightest crow convey, the rouse of sunlight . Promises laced with scruples epitomises humanity, to  me the god of the hour, an hour  weighs better than life.


In the evening tide nature whizzes below the clouds, and the Earth's surface walks closer than  heaven . The lakes, oceans and sea flash light and throws torrents of glare. Fishes thrive in liquid slush their lives weighed in my wake.  

The tarred road undulates, like elephant grasses, the humans as miniature stars wink and sometimes like super novae die as I stride on ever on. Tires whirl pollutants, and dance to the echo of silence and I twirl and twist like the soul reaper, the hour glass  glints in my hands at  morrows beckoning.

I march forward for now clothed in garments spun from raindrops as I shake my cloak I awake  humanity the saints and sinners as they tread the wheel of life. Their faces faceting  happiness, grief and regret loom in bond of the towing cloud. Dust below the moon shadow dimples grief and sorrow like a mother god. The silhouettes scenes of the burglars grip, won and lose by whisker. I just spin the world I watch I move for ever forward.

I can tell how nature admit, appreciate in benevolent and grateful splendor, for the spring in the life, and the fall when dry and crumble within the sun big blow and the sky maul fall and the blowing wind . I watches them snare and snores at the death and live bed. Roses bloom in the morning, and falls by the nightfall. The hour flight is the camcorder to all zones and regions. A smile crept on as I travel towards the timely manner.

~ Mickey