The Happening – Poetry

It began with a melody of moonThen breeze of change.Later all became a stormWhirlingharvest to harvest,town to town,shadowing truth,eating ripen life. Why the world stopsAt the edge of unknown?My courageous heart wantsto move forwardhave a voice,to speak with mountains and ocean tides. The buried limbs of my humannessunder Sarcomere treein centre of earthNext to rose…