Not with a Bang

Stillness.
Light calmly shines
through bare-branch silhouettes.
Ice, frozen in time
sparkles, giving no reasons.
Still. Cold.
Natural cycles
Out on the battlefield of man
brutal bleeding
shattering of bones and dreams
too loud and crazed
to be heard
reverberating in shattered brains.
Once a molten planet
shot out of star stuff
creating plains and seas,
rocky terrain
spinning so merrily
with no idea of sadness
set into motion
spiraling cycles.
In crystal stillness
frozen tears break and fall
slowly, silently, into time
knowing not what we have wrought.

(c) February 17, 2007 Laurie Corzett/libramoon