POETRY
Kingdom of the Earth
A Poem: Beyond the Eastern Horizon
I wanted to have some fun, so I ended nearly every other line with a homophone.
Beyond the Eastern horizon light gleams from her core Dawn casts her eyes on our tilting earth once more
The Eastern sky, she seeks and seizes The Moon’s position now denounced His reign reluctantly fades and ceases Her Majesty’s presence announced
She rises in her royal address a highborn aristocracy in the sky declaring Earth her daytime address Her throne prominently shines
Her flexing flowing banner waves Rays as swords, surround her shield her energy absorbs in rolling waves reflection, her piercing power, she wields
She climbs hills soaring high lights the towering cliffs greets the world a gentle “hi” A new day — her sacred gift
Not dumb luck or roll of the die that she radiates heat from afar Nature’s time for darkness to die in the rise of our nearest bright star
Our golden star claims her domain through clouds she bends and winds fighting indoor games and web domains to be seen before earth orbits her yellow eye
Her vibrations hum like buzzing flies summoning us to peer outside to acknowledge the finch as he sings and flies before eventual arrival of night
She reflects through the summer rain peers across the bluffs rugged steep rules her kingdom in glorious reign slays darkened canyons deep
She soaks the lush green fields paints the golden plains brightens all once shadow-filled colors hillsides yellow stained
Nature casually strikes her match enfolds us in her warm shawl In all the world there is no match for our spinning flaming ball
From the very first day she arose never a lovelier sight not a tulip, and no, not even a rose not even an asteroid in flight
It’s rumored her vernal equinox signals Spring Whether or not it’s true, every morn of all seasons, to the sky she springs lighting the celestial blue
No amount of money or legal tender No magical words can be said Only nature sweet and tender can coax her from her warm bed
She roams beneath deep layers of land through mountainsides clothed with flora a dance of light causing shadows to land not touched by light herself, but her aura
She feeds the plant’s long stalks Her solar tides shuffle the ocean’s flow At night, the moon she stalks illuminating its gentle glow
She floods a narrow trench — just a piece a last lathering tinge of rustic luster Light above, light within — just a peace Within me, without me, swept and dusted
A last kiss of light at the end of our date, daytime boasts a painted floral valley We’ll meet again at a future date Nighttime draws the faded flower’s finale
With dusk, she bids fare the well retreats to a palette of amber hues recesses into night’s deep well no longer our golden Muse
Severed by a shadowed dusk as the day is spent Sparklers raid and dissect the silver night Never a cost so high. Not one penny ever spent could stop shattering of day by armored knights
Earth’s axis swiftly tilts to night from morning Sinking into Cimmerian shadows No need to be dark about darkness. No mourning Rise in the firmament’s subtle glow
Abandoning us to forces of nature unseen our burning flame shies away from the heavens beguiling us with a brilliant starlit scene as high tide surges forth and beckons
Soon the moon and stars will step aside once again, for nature’s flickering candle Tomorrow her light will spill upon the hillside slaying the night as a creeping vandal
The Eastern sky will gently bow as the majestic flame ascends filtering the tree’s bending bough The night’s reign will meet its end
Our daystar will shine on in morning glories So continues the earth cycling again Visions of mountains cloaked in blooms of morning glories carpels and stamens tread beneath bikes cycling again
Night capped with prayers, waning to hopeful amens the phantom of darkness, again we’ll greet Day rise and Night fall shall never make amends As Kipling would say, never the twain shall meet
