bluedjin

NICE relaxing Sunday. I feel like a poem. Usually I write them, but in this case this one was written for me by Karen Smith in Oregon:

FIFTH PLANET FROM THE SUN
by Karen Smith

> No time nor space, nor fall from grace
> could touch us when we were as one,
> In a watery, temperate paradise,
> Fifth planet from the sun.

> No dreams for us, no need
> to sleep nor die nor fear
> nor hurt nor cry - only laughter and love
> while we were immortal there

> You held me closely on your
> Left, near your heart
> Where I was always, for
> we could never be apart

> Your luminous gaze brighter than the moon,
> from eyes of staggering brilliance, enraptured me.
> You would look sincere, yet lie and say you saw
> the brightest star one night and captured - ME

> And when you said "Adventure!'
I would move to place
myself on your body as you raced
Us to the surface.
To see the sun and count, "one,
> two, three, four, five..."
> and then you'd dive beneath the water
> We were more than just alive.

> I still don't know what calamity
> could have befallen us
> Someone, something of malice
> saw our ecstasy and was jealous.

> Our world began to end,
> The seas began to boil and evaporate
> We learned to fear and hurt
> and knew mortality and hate

> At that terrible moment
> as we lost all bliss
> we promised one another
> with a dying kiss, someday, somehow,
> We'd be as one again

> And you kept that
> promise to me when
> you found me to fly me
> to our land of love and ecstasy
> and remembered too how we used
> to breathe in our warm and heavenly sea.

>No one can truly tell us what happens when our lives are through
> I think now, we live forever, having found eternity
> on flights with you.