By Night’s Stream

I am closer to my forefathers
Than my father was

They have shared their secrets
with me, alone

By the side of the night’s
cascading stream course

And through the glowing bed
of the fire’s coals

And the erie cry of eagles
soaring high above.

And I for my part have studied
their whispers

Practiced their skills
Absorbed their secrets

And for this, I am now unique
For I alone have shed technology

And let it slip away and I am
the better for this

© Copyright 1989 Marty Vandermolen, All Rights Reserved

Glowing Embers of Eternity

A dying fire holds galactic wisdom
It’s glowing coals wink eternal secrets
Into darkness’ chill vacuousness

And though I may never understand
The valuable lessons radiated in flowing
Shifting yellow-whites and red-orange

I always find a soothing peace
In the heat radiating from these
Slow dying windows into eternity

© Copyright 1989 Marty Vandermolen, All Rights Reserved