a poem a wrote a long time ago: ) well at least it seems like a long time. erm. anyway.

--an embryo earth--

before the Voice of Stars was ever heard
by the first-born of the infant dust,
there was a void in which some one was listening
for what would soon become this sacred earth.

over dark and pastless waters of eternity
was hovering, in form of mist, an ancient spirit,
which has always been and wilt forever be
lord of earthly and celestial souls

He hath created worlds,
one beyond mortal understanding
a firmamental paradise, a kingdom in celestial realms
a place which our weak human minds would die to grasp

yet another paradise was framed
but waters claimed the earth till completed were His thoughts.
and then the first beam of Light was forged;
the fire of light was built by his designs.

first giving the light a source
separating it from darkness
He was the morning, evening wellspring
He called the light day and darkness night.

so the first dawn crept over waters
for the time began from sunrise on
the mid-day sun shone over endless sea
and it was the birth of a new day.
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I am uncomfortable with it because it sounds like a draft: ) and I'd certainly be glad for refinements.