PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Come sit with me on the beach
And well watch the world burn like paper sheets
Watch it all crumble into ashes then let's sweep
All of the remains into little heaps
So all that is left is our memories of these streets
Then let's form a new world from memory and dreams
And whatever we build we won't bother to keep
But let the land float and shift freely
Then we can cackle as we create the birds and beasts
Watch them as they appear, run, fly and leap.
Find some strange monkeys and then we can teach
Them how to stand on two legs, how to learn. And speak.
They will in the future come to cover themselves with leaves
And perhaps out of fear or for another purpose we will cast them out of this place of peace
To that rock world below where they struggle even to breathe.
Then one day, they may sit upon a beach
And watch the world burn like paper sheets
Watch it all crumble into ashes then sweep
All of the remains into little heaps
So all that is left is their memories of the streets
Then form a new world from memory and dreams