Two Thousand More Years- Poem

Sun and steel. Here is a world with neither.

Many Heros martyred feeding the phoenix,

Yet here is the cheating king's boulder rolling back down.

Once, thrice, seven times, eternity?

Two kiloyears since Christ yet man may still suffer.

Two thousand more years and you and me and the flower

We shared may be grains of sand under the drunken sea.

So shall we plant our flower?

Thus it may grow to become a garden for those unborn,

Or thus it may be trampled by the feet of a man who thinks he knows all.

When we talk over the excited light of a small candle,

Is it not ideas which we share?

Is it the kiss or the love which makes the skin warm?

Yet here I see many fruits being derided for being hard to peel.

Here I see the poetry we breathed together being hung by a noose.

And I think to myself, two thousand more years and

The smiles we whispered to each other may be nectar

Swallowed by the drunken sea.

Adam drinks from Macbeth’s chalice, yet I and you

And Paul and Chani only want a bite from the Wicked Queen’s apple.

I once asked a man what gave jump to his step,

And he said wine from the Holy Grail,

Yet I could only think about his tired eyes and pale skin

And two thousand more years and your passion and my passion

And the drunken sea.

And so I went with my thoughts inside where I gave the broken

Pieces of a paper weight to a hobbit and told him to hide.

Then I strolled through the flowers along a flowing river

Until I reached an Emerald City. Inside, I found my heart had

Carved a statue of your touch so that you may never drown in

The drunken sea. Then I opened my eyes and saw you asleep

Next to me and I no longer cared what may happen after

Two thousand more years.