The Life-raft

The life-raft
 A green and blue smattered cloud
Steady and fast holding proud
Drifting through a night of vast intent
 Upon a vision of heavens ascent

 Floating amongst a sea of stars
 A storm tossed tempest near and far
 Winds that take and give our quest
Of moons and suns at our bequest

Bearer of life lush and live
 Rainbow palettes of Monet’s archive
 Shapes and forms of silhouetted angels
 Figurines of the gods from myths and fables

Flora grows upon her deck
Verdant emeralds bright be-speck
 Gnarly larva with granite honed
 Fine sands, black soils and gem jeweled stone

 Fauna oozes from cracks and seams
Creatures of nightmares and artist dreams
 One alone now sits at the helm
It breeds on breed to overwhelm

 On its deck the numbers climb
 Crowding fragile unsteady times
 Unstable upon stormy waves
Roaring warnings of watery graves

 Man as the master sits astride
 A raft careering to a cataclysmic collide
Plowing through wind whipped foam
Such wild beauty for a decaying home
 The sky’s are graying day on day
 The sea a rising as we pray

 Gales that torture tear and smash
Forest burn leaving blackened ash
Captain what is left for us
Many ask in fading daylight dusk

Can you bring us back around
 Before aghast we run aground
Such beauty such bright yellow red
 Signs of glory or an unearthly dread

 The days close in quicker now
As Oracles lay a wreathe upon the bow
 We search for hope from the stars
This once regal yacht we disregard

A gift of the gods we disrespect
Through greed and gluttony and neglect
Drifting on a life-raft of rotting rust
Our tears of wanting turn to dust

An Edens dream left for our heirs
Is a turning now to apocalyptic tears
 As the seas turning ever dark
A last ditch faith turning ever harsh

We see a sunrise off a distant shore
 Survival is all that we long for
We look at once again to the stars
To the tree of life to repair our scars

We wallow in celestial procrastination
 Trying to save our leaking haven
 Oh captain bring us home
 Navigate us from the deeps catacomb

 Weather the storm and reflect
Hold fast hold true and genuflect
 This life-raft is all we are
Still floating writing its own memoir

Will a craggy rock be our final fate
 Or will we heed the caul and recreate