The Geminids are flying fast away
Yet every time a little stay
The amazing tale of burning rock
Will descend to Earth, an angel’s frock
--oo--oo--oo--oo--oo--oo--oo--
No one will see these ashes thin
bringing message from the begin
Of life or destruction of what has come
From out of Space the Heavenly some
--oo--oo--oo--oo--oo--oo--oo--
The Gods play dice with destiny
Driving the chariots with infinity
Phaethon nearly crashed the sun
The sparks, like shooting stars, now run
--oo--oo--oo--oo--oo--oo--oo--
From cosmic hands and burning sun.
Unused, the asteroids remain,
Building blocks of life's refrain.
Material from birth of universe’s schocks
--oo--oo--oo--oo--oo--oo--oo--
Forever doomed to circle in icy cold
As thoughts that no one ever told
The secrets are hidden for our eyes
Pollution covers all when a star cries
--oo--oo--oo--oo--oo--oo--oo--
No one ever find the dust that falls
When Gods send out their calls
At least the humans make their wish,
But always bound by earthly swish
About the Creator
Henrik Hageland
A poet, a writer of feelings and hope. A Dane and inhibitant of the Earth thinking about what is to come.
A good story told or invented. Human all the way through.
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