I wrote this when I was in Toronto, looking at the paved landscape. As you can tell I found it rather disturbing.
Man’s Own Hand
The eyes that glance upon the ground,
do sense each little pebble.
The mind reaches out gently,
and feels the patiened earth.
The pain is sharp, harsh, human,
quickly the doors fall shut.
Guarding innocent waters of emotion,
the doors prevent the flood.
A hand as gentle as Sunlight,
touches the Moonshine cheek.
He’s there for Her, and Her for Him,
and They for everyone.
“How could they?” she managed to ask,
as the doors opened to Her mate.
The silver glow fell down her cheek,
like tiny little diamonds.
“They Will learn.” He did reply,
knowing man’s true nature.
Their hands caressed and fingers entertwined,
the bodies combined as one.
The Father, The Mother, and The Spirit Above,
concerned for all Their children.
Returning to their Celestial homes,
To teach the Unknown Path.
Which will prevent the eventual fall
To Man’s Own Destructive Hand.