The Land of Jewelled Fruits

Far away across the sky

In the land where the jeweled fruits lie.

The tumbling fire rolls nigh

We sigh

And in that funeral moment

Of death's deep wing

We raise our voices aloud and sing

And scream! To death, Defiance!

The great machines of science

Come crashing 'pon the Pearly gates

My heart deflates

As memories flash of angels flying

While I upon a plain lay dying

And the whole sky was with me crying.

Everywhere the air fierce flow

Its flaming heat and savage glow

Burning kindred, softened things

A wall of thorns and angel's wings

Like trapped birds they wait

the merciful death

Of a world uttering its final breath.

Dewdrop bells and silver shells

Upon a shore fresh gleaming,

The world reborn and seeming

Virgin fresh upon my flesh

While the tattered flash and mindful pirhouette

Of memories shadowed silhouette

Leaves that burning world to peace,

While Jasons’ mighty fleece

About my eyes was hung

And in a whisper, fierce and soft

A new world for me was spun.

How many worlds all told

Would you dare unfold

With your silver petalled soul?

As time slips slowly

Beyond the lowly

Wretched things that grub

And shuffle thoughtlessly along

Devouring soil their mirthless song

Of complacent slumbering toil

In the land beneath the soil.

But look! With wings

The brazen faerie dragon sings

Across the satin surface blue

It tapped its wings and bravely flew

A flight like snow, a crystal flake

A dragon upon a moonlit lake.