Floating Rock (Terza Rima)

It floats as gently as a feather It goes again from side to side It does not want to leave the ether A rock about thirteen miles wide Descends the sky as if it’s but A bubble boat in tranquil tide. It’s making every man go nut; The place it goes not one can go The zig the zag, so is its strut It’s coming, we certainly know; Such spectacle that all can see One that brims with a flaming glow And spans all of eternity; It has the skeletons of days Those of the past and those to be But would it give us murky haze, Or give us light in places cold, Or maybe redemption by blaze As gold. Is it to love, to scold - The human race is very bad As told… Is it to push, to hold? Is such the fate the dinos had That they are not with us today? Although our time’s been just a tad Although compelling is the sway What really causes the delay? Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis