Letters to The World

The Orient

East of Eden                                                                                                                                                         to the Desert Oasis
high in the desolate Moonlight

Surrounded by strange flightless aquatic Birds
Little shaggy Elephants
and ferocious tusked Tigers

Who was then building a City
from stone coals, mortars,
and Jars

Caravans following Constellations
from Harem to Harem
laden with Grain, Oil, Wine,
and Music!
Uncles, Cousins, Sons,
and Daughters.

Fathers Tent
filled with Treasures
Tapestries
Libraries

The Rabble of the City
The sultry music filled Incense
The City Walls
Vanishing beyond the Horizon

A Palace so Magnificent
It could but only be
The Threshold of Heaven

From Distant Islands
The Sailing Ships
cross the Seven Seas
like the Constellations across the midnight skies

And the Illusion
of Paladins, Prelates,
and Princes
fades into a never ending stream
of bustling Market Places. Nomadic Caravans
and Festival Pageants.

The Years run down to Orient
like the Great River
giving birth to Civilization
perpetuating Mankind
Who is but another busy day at the Market Place
Another cracked and peeling Ruin
shinning in the noontide Sun
Another Psalm in the great Poets Book.