Script On The Cosmic Wall

E'en stones stand no test of time for long years, Bare an inch a year, mountains move in time, Her waters resting no fleeting moment, Rivers cut thru hard rocks in a slow rhyme. E'en Earth and her siblings shall one day die, The sun wither, a bleak red star to bloat Ere become a black hole to oblivion, And Milky Way may one day wear grey coat. Nor are atoms destined to live endless ever, And though the soul immortal shall still carry on When all Creation one day cease to breathe, Futile it is to think dusk would linger till dawn. And in a mocking metaphor of cosmic scale, Man is condemned to live mosquito's meagre span; But seeing rocks split, living still in shredded size, Toiled he has all history to live long as can. So, painters try and fight time on coloured canvas, Sculptors chip on marbles to live on borrowed years, Poets painstakingly chisel with chosen words O to live weary on yellowed sheets as time veers. Man well knows to decipher script on wall, See Infinity fall yon cipher's pall. ______________________________________________________ Musings | 01.09.08 |