The land changed, in blink of an
eye.. it change
Leaving an image of what was in the brick red soil
A shadow..
An Echo
Is what remained
Each time we cascaded in another
one, the energy came
A wave, A frequency change
The energy washed over the land
The planets, a star now made white
Transformed into a blinding orb
Beating down, yet it is lessened
An Echo.. of A once yellow beauty
Deformed into that thing in the sky
Time is nothing, Space a mere medium
A dark sea, on which we find our solar
system afloat in.. as we move..where to
A Mystery
The sky darkens in azure and grays, yet even
that exists as if a picture,
An Echo, of it’s wonder, as if mechanical
A image, recreated nightly without the
splendor or passion which was the
nocturnal experience
As we watched the changes, we hoped to
understand, the why, the colors melded into
day break. We pondered in awe, as we saw
the changes
Some cried
Some lamented the world we lost
While still others walked on oblivious
Completely unaware of their own nature
Their own circumstance
Their own World
Which was now a mere shadow of what was
Like a film noir, where the real world is
lost in darkness
This is where humanity now resides
lost in their ignorance, just shadows moving
because it’s what they did.. and still do
zombies feeding off each other..
Mere images..
Shadows
Echos

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe