Thus in the days when time was yet young
When the vastness of the sky spilt its bile from
These, the deep places in which the bones of man were made
And nubile the stones cast up and waters made way.
There the One looked out from vast, cosmic throne
And offered here and there footholds of stone
Forming then with rivers of blood and of space and of time
The eldest of souls, singular, brooding, and monolithic of kind.
The eons, the ages like silent deep waters they rolled
As stones and the souls and the darkness took hold
But then, in some epoch, forgotten, dim, past,
As nebulae shown out, stars violent flashed
The deepest of darkness, of earth and of stone
Leviathan wakened, and countenance shown
With lids slowly rising, earth crumbled, behold
Eyes new and yearning, he basked in the cold
In dimmest of light of young worlds forming fast
Perceived he the purest of light in the vast
Unreachable corners of worlds barely hewn
And there he beheld her, a soul...like he, new.
Her light both blue and white and indescribable and pure,
And he knew it must now be that the cold, dark reaches of the unknown
Vastness could no longer satisfy...........
The One, the One perceived as well.
But the One remained alone...
Seeds took root.