Welcome to Gaia! ::

This is the beginning poem to my second book, entitled "The Extinction of the Universe and The Composition of the Soul". I have edited it like crazy and I think it is suitable to be seen by the public. Please tell me what you think of it, and please include anything that would make it better. If you want to know more of the story, or if you like it and want to see more, pm me and I'll send you more.

anyways...::ahem::

Threshold

A young lad
plays in his backyard
in a careless afternoon.
He composes perfect worlds
in the abstract of his mind.
Of knights and lords,
of dragons and damsels.
Great Epics of long past,
that was never recorded in history.
He continues for hours,
finally collapsing in the grass.
Time stands still,
as shadows lengthen…
The afternoon alluring his eyes,
the lad yawns,
and drifts asleep…


Mere memory;
a forgotten memory.
A reversed shadow
glistens in the dark.
The light brightens.

Anguished lightning
rips across a dark continuum
tearing the matter of space
sparkling in the void...

And the composing
is set in motion.
An alternative dimension
unlocks from the abstract
inside a child’s mind.

Thus it begins…

past the threshold…
into the dream…

thank you.

I like it, too.

It had a flowing, rhythmic quality to it, like the light patter of rain, but maintained a feeling of eerie inevitability.

I want to read this book!
Vale,
-LD