Return to Index

Creation's Birth

When red's ablaze in sunset sky,
it's marble patterns catch my eye.
The eerie bloom it gives the earth
reminds me of Creation's Birth.

Yes, I was there when all began,
though not in form of earthly man.
A spirit essence from high realm,
seeking ship to guide it's helm.

That day the heavens turned flaming red,
and from the sky formed mankind's bed.
A place where souls could all refresh,
and sample things through human flesh.

For even spirit seeks it's bounds,
Creations morn’ our feeling’s found.
The wind, the sun, the rain and smell,
things humankind now know too well.

But now I walk upon this earth,
with haunting memories of my birth.
These feelings gained by freedoms lost,
Creation's Birth... but at what cost?

Ivor G Davies

Return to Index