Monday, August 8, 2011

Just as we were once nomads clad in bearskin


Just as we were once nomads clad in bearskin

For
 Sara Elisabeth

By
 Scott Ibex
Copyright 2006

In a land before time,
prancing through the fields of tomorrow,
coming together in a union of bliss—

Looking for answers,
when the space between us,
held the only truth we sought in jest.

     Slowly it comes, slowly it comes—
but…

Beauty, will you still be here?
Beauty, will you awake?
Beauty, will you remember?
Beauty, what did you take?

Time stood still and
magic unveiled
a sightly clue
to this telling tale.



And what became
refrained refrain:
   It was mystery’s answer to destiny’s claim.

Déjà vu, two lakes, too soon, two moons,
and sevens were strewn throughout—

Could it be so,
the answer in tow,
begot what beget those in doubt?

What would become,
and what became—
was a lull within which sweet fortune
      was tempted to fall—

  but surely not!

Truth remained hope,
hope remained bare,
    and in hope was placed,
        integrity fair.

Just as we were once nomads clad in bearskin at night—
throughout my life,
        all the faith and care,
                        forever my love, with you I will share.