The Nights are long
Fear thick in the air
Was is not the same at the beginning of Time?
Wild beings and beasts, tempests aplenty.
Rome and Carthage. To Glory and Destruction
In Jerusalem stands memorium to a Cross. Life in Death.
Perpetuity.
The small window to the World that we live in
As the Sun glides from morn till night, changing the angles
Motes of light floating - iridescent, effervescent
Time. Grinding us down but what if it is only strives to show us in our strength and our timidity.
Fear and Glory
Not for God or Country
Not for Temples or Palaces
Not to be afraid of every changing atom for it is but a gift
To be lived and enjoyed. In Joy
Hold it and embrace it to your Heart for there will not be another moment like it.
