We wonder around our large galaxy,
from our vantage point on the edge we are old.
Before you came, we were aged,
and also knowledgeable,
we've seen everything,
even to the centre of the universe.
Yes, we've been here,
we are your dreams,
we are your nightmares,
join us.
Ah, the birds sing till late,
Trees have a full coat of leaves,
Celebration is in the air,
Night-time is short lived.
A wondrous time to live in,
Cool drinks by the river,
Enjoying yourself a while,
How long will it last?
Summer, the season of hope,
Work is over for a while,
Peace is all around us,
The dark season ascends soon.
achromic
It is beyond your understanding,
I stand here amongst the stars,
The darkness is complete here,
We are the one's who were before.
You sit and read our imaginations,
Galaxies are still born and die,
I live among the embers of light,
The divide between us is slight.
We live beyond the beginning,
You hardly live a second to us,
Immortality is not what we have,
The immortal does not exist.
achromic
The darkness flows,
Is this the end?
Rain like bullets fall down,
It feels like Armageddon.
Colours are muted,
Puddles grow larger,
No sun shines down on us,
Just misery in the rain.
A clap of thunder,
We wait for the end,
Time stands still,
As lightning cuts the sky.
achromic
Smoke rises and fades,
Fragrant, stagnant, vanish,
Time passes and I wait,
Smoke still rises.
It is grey and flimsy,
Insubstantial, fleeting,
Enjoyable but deadly,
Stains, and still rises.
Outcast, idiot, rotten,
Payer of taxes though,
Keeper of health,
And it still rises!
achromic - This is copylefted!
I am silent and still,
Awaiting my moment,
My face blank,
No features showing.
I am still here waiting,
No emotions or feelings,
My brain is empty,
There is no blood in me.
Awakened by the power,
A million things I can do,
Everything is possible,
If I am programmed correctly.
achromic
Blue smoke rises high
And I sit there
Thinking deep thoughts
Pondering life.
Watching the drums
Rotating around again
Clothes tumbling over
And still I sit there.
Ages seem to pass
It's warm in here
But finally it's over
My laundry is done!
achromic - This poem has been previously published.
