These Pearls of Glass

An abacus of crystal beads

Telling tales of where our story leads,

That every hour swings away,

To the magic of our modern day.

These pearls of glass upon a rack,

Orbiting the cosmic track,

As diamond tears of sunken worlds

And vivid dreams, seen in radiant pearls;

Where each to each a golden mirror holds,

And promises the earth, to the truth of Old.

From the astral planes we sought

Such galaxies of thought

To swim onto our solar shore,

These pearls of glass, to speak of evermore;

In the axis of our values

From the systems we subdue                                       

Where with control, we seek to  find a clue.

Beyond these cisterns of our minds

Such prisms spill out and unwind,

In rivers, to the ears of mankind:

From Aztec mountains to the river Inca,

From the moonlight to the smile of Buddha,

From mechanics to the mystic man,

From 2001, to where we began,

Each does breathe a crystal sphere,

Reflecting image of us Being Here.

And like children throwing marble worlds

That fall  open as such diamond pearls,

They leak their liquid to the centre,

Where they melt into the structure, of the abacus presenter.

These pearls of glass do chime together,

Beyond the beads of rainy weather,

And ignite in an eternal song

In panting raptures, from where we belong

As they glisten and listen and endlessly remind

Us of an eternal interplay we left behind;

As galaxies collide,

A chaos we can’t hide,

My eyes are seeing blind,

Our life played in rewind,

A fantasy we tried,

A space that’s open wide,

There’s nothing…left…to hide