Creation, Creation

by shira

The world is made of junkyard trash
Of rock, glass, and silk
The rocks were spun into mountains
When the sky grew its heart hard as a rock

Glass left-overs for ice caps
Abandoned on the top of the world
Were asked to melt and wail away
But spread out to sleep
No invitation to stay

The silk is an eye mask
And gives the night its beauty sleep
Keeps wrinkle-free from the sun
Young stary-eyeds wake up to come out

We were given all the clouds at once
Don't waste them all
Crafting wisps into elephants
That you see when you’re laying in grass
Watching the earth be created again
Before it was broken it needed to mend

A little mythology coming from me
Someone who hides instead of receiving
Anything bigger than she
That cannot be prayed to or screamed at to leave
A god or a father or thoughts of her own
All born like sunrise and die like a snow

Creation, creation
Saved by salvation
Preserved through words
In leather-bound books
About the surplus of children and weather pattenrs
That explain how we all came to be
But who cares about that, we’ll be gone when we leave